At this year’s Berlin film festival Berlinale, John Maloof’s documentary “Finding Vivian Maier” touched me most in my own experience of being creative. Vivian Maier is one of those antiheroes most of us probably wouldn’t have liked, had we met her personally. Many statements of people who knew her evidence what an awkward person she must have been – a gifted street photographer hidden in the body of a nanny.
Where did Vivian Maier’s clandestine visual work in the streets of Chicago stem from? More importantly, how could such a talent unveiled posthumously by the assiduous work of others remain completely unacknowledged during her lifetime?