There are at least two ways to discover Vivian Maier (New York, 1926-Chicago, 2009), the tragic and the combative.
This lonely photographer who seems to have spent her life walking, watching, playing with children, catching all those decisive moments that make life itself on the fly, emerged from anonymity after her death in April 2009.
She then revealed herself little by little, through a treasure of prints, negatives and undeveloped films, a mountain of more than 140,000 images of which she was the unsuspected author.
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