There are times when you read something about a person who
deserves a wider audience that it takes your breath away. That happened to me
recently while reading my go-to journal, the London Review of Books, the Diary
entry of Oct. 22, by Linda Matthews.
The photographer is one Vivian Maier. Steal a moment and
read this piece, and wonder to yourself, who is our next Vivian Maier? How
important are the observers who don’t draw attention to themselves, who see the
things in ways we can’t possibly see?
DIARY
By Linda
Matthews
The
photographer Vivian
Maier worked for me for three years in the early 1980s, though no one knew she
was a photographer then. She was in her late fifties, I was in my late thirties.
I had a big house in Chicago, a busy husband, two children of six and eight,
and a five-month-old baby, and I wanted to go back to work. It seemed to me
that a live-in nanny might simplify our lives and so when I saw her ad in the
local paper, I phoned her.
