For several days now, I’ve been fixated–there is no other word for it–by the images of the late photographer Vivian Maier, a French-born woman who worked for years as a nanny, while leading a secret double-life as a street photographer.
You’ve never heard of Maier? Don’t feel badly. Nobody really knew about Maier’s work as a photographer until after her death in 2009 and Chicagoan John Maloof stumbled upon her medium format negatives and rolls of undeveloped film–a whopping 100,000 images–at an estate sale and decided to share them.
Maloof has posted scores of the images in a very fine blog that he often updates. Maier’s crisp black-and-white photographs capture a solemn Chicago: doyennes seemingly lost in an increasingly modern city; workaday folk walking and shopping beneath the script of neon; old men in shabby suits, hanging out on downtown street corners. She photographs Chicago at the same period as did posthumously- discovered amateur photographer Chuck Cushman, but Maier’s is more sober and thought-provoking.