Check out these photos the Daily Mail ran last week:
The Daily Mail reports:
Maier observed it all without judgment. This was her hobby, not her job. But over the decades, it also was her life. She shot tens of thousands of photos. Most were never printed. Many weren’t even developed. And few were seen by anyone but her.
Vivian Maier wanted it that way. She guarded her privacy so zealously that she didn’t even want people to know her full name.
She and her photos seemed destined for obscurity until a young man with an eye for bargains stopped by an auction house one day. He paid about $400 for a huge grocery box stuffed with tens of thousands of negatives.
. . .
Vivian Maier, it turned out, had two distinct identities: A nanny for the Gensburgs and several other families in a 40-year career on the affluent North Shore. And before, during and after work, a photographer who chronicled the gritty drama and tender moments of street life in and around Chicago. She was fiercely independent. Eccentric. Opinionated. Private, yet confrontational.
Kind of a Jane-Goodall-meets-The-Sartorialist. Cool.
Two more photos after the jump.
Some beautiful design pics from a “dwellings” blog:
Pics come from Flickr. Cluttered, perhaps, but Lovely!
I love this photo and this post, from The Sartorialist:
To me, my grandmother, Françoise Gerondeau, is the most elegant and the funniest woman in the world.
In fact, that photo was taken during the Algerian War, in the late fifties. My Grandfather, who is French, had been mobilized. And just before his departure, he told my grandmother (they were dating for a year) that he didn’t love her and that he would never marry her.
But she’s very stubborn, and she asked her brother to take photos of her during their vacations, so that she could send them to my grandfather, and he would fall in love again.
The photo you see can testify.
Isn’t it childish? To me that story defines exactly my grandmother.
That photo must have a great power, since when my grandfather came back, they got married.
I wish I had a picture of my grandfather, he was very alluring and elegant too. I think that my aesthetic taste comes from the observation of my grandparents. Both of them really represent a model to me.
looks like a real-world version of Mondrian, no?