For a period of 5 years between 1978 to 1982 photography was a way to prove to myself that I was still alive. Unable to unable to make sense of the “real world” and “real people” who told me that I was too sensitive, too quiet, too thoughtful, too strange, I found that my world changed when I picked up the camera. Through the viewfinder a new and better world opened up and, best of all, it acted as a shield. I did not have to get too close when I held the camera. In 1979-82 I used to visit the Clockhouse Community Centre in Woolwich Dockyard, London SE18 and these are a few of the sights I saw.
You won’t recognize the name of Vivian Maier. A Jewish refugee of wartime France, Maier came to America in the 1950s and lived in Chicago until her passing in April of this year. She left behind no known relatives. In a storage locker, however, she left behind almost 40,000 undeveloped negatives of photos she took on the streets of Chicago during the 1960s and ’70s. The collection was purchased at auction by John Maloof, who has been developing the photos and displaying them on his wonderful blog.