Whilst I agree with you insofar as frames being ultra-important, both to subject as well as location (where they hang), I can't really make the mental leap to accepting them as good home deco.
As I explained, it's a sort of block in my mind that confines them to a less personal location, such as an office corridor or actual executive suite of rooms, a place where the message of ownership might suggest an appreciation of modern art and design - hipness. In a home, I find them mildly embarrassing, almost as if the author is seeking praise from his guests. In my own case, I know that it makes visiting tradesmen stop and ask about them, and I trot out the usual story about them being how I earned my keep. However, I detect a sense of disappointment, almost as it those guys had hoped the models had been my lovers, which they certainly had not.
The best place I saw for photographs was in a London ad agency - can't remember which, it was before I went out on my own - and somebody had walled a Norman Parkinson print which I recognized; this was back in late '59. It felt absolutely the perfect location for such imagery, a sense of rightness which has not really left me.
Perhaps there's a deeper truth here: we should stop trying to sell to individuals, but take our print stuff out on the road to business, just as one used to sell the photographic service that fed us.
Why didn't I think of that years ago?