Since "The Stepford Wives," "Peyton Place," and the work of David Lynch and Gregory Crewdson unearthed the sinister subtexts lurking beneath suburbia's sanitized surfaces, it's been hard to look at a beaming housewife or her spotless kitchen without expecting the worst. Erwin Olaf's new series of photographs, "Grief," on view from this week at Galerie Magda Danysz in Paris, articulates a mature, chilling portrait of quiet misery. The Amsterdam-based former fashion photographer presents his perfectly polished models in icy interiors decorated with a muted palette and soft lighting intended to evoke the velvety sensuality of glossy lifestyle spreads. But despite the artificial comfort and their own impeccable feminine poise and beauty, each of the women seems desolate and deserted. They gracefully weep into glasses of Scotch, look yearningly out from gauzy white curtains, or sit, with perfect posture but vacant expressions, in their stark, modernist living rooms. Their unhappiness is beautiful, but it's clear that a little mess would be welcome in these pristine and passionless lives.