Husbandless, childless, Vivian Maier gives me the same vibe of prickly, high-strung, readily-offended, liberal intellectualism I get from my dad’s (unsurprisingly) mostly spouseless, childless family, with all the same ambivalent emotions I feel towards them. I’ve gotten to use my dad’s Japanese knockoff Rolloflex; it is disconcerting, like backing up a trailer; to get the image you want, you have to do exactly the opposite of what your instincts tell you. It makes you dizzy, until at some point your brain goes SNAP! and the opposite suddenly, weirdly, becomes instinct. To get the photo as sharp as possible, you pay attention to the breath and the heartbeat, brace for the shudder of the release, and snap on the exhale. I’ve been told by a friend who was a sniper in the Marines that this is also how to prepare a shot. Unlike most painted self portraits, Maier’s include the means of capture, the sources of the reflections. I chose this one in particular because she is many, varied, unfocused, unflattered, fractured, and real. Also, the exacting level of preparation for this shot makes my toes wiggle with satisfaction. Listen to Savages’ album Silence Yourself while looking through Maier’s work.
Self Portrait by @vivianmaierarchive. Find more at www.vivianmaier.com
6 days ago
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