A woman and her camera

When I was a little girl I used to love roaming through my parents old boxes of “stuff”.

I spent hours in the basement and in the loft. And when the chance came about, other peoples lofts. I found old jackets with beautiful fur attached, dusty photos and slides. I would pack as many as I could carry in my arms, and sit myself on the top of the staircase, plug in the slide projector and be swept away to another time.

Most of them were from my mom and dads engagement days, then some travels, wedding, children and some more travels.

The colors were soft and pastel like.

I remember seeing over and over their slides from Switzerland. Gazing at the big fountain in Geneva lake, the alps, and their clothes.

I especially remember the series of mom and my sister, waiting for dad and my older brother Andre at the lake by Annecy in France. The sun was high, and mom and my sister had long pants on.

As the sun rose it got warmer and warmer, so my mother fished out her pocket knife from her chic bag and cut off the legs of the pants to create shorts for them both. I gazed in awe.

How cool, I thought.

So, the other day when I came across a blog that showed B&W photography by Vivian Maier I fell in love.

Imagine going to an auction, and ending up with boxes and boxes of undeveloped film from 1930 till today, taken by a mysterious woman, no one knows anything about.

Then as you start developing her films petite bits of her life story unfolds.

If you wonder what street-style looked like back in the days look no further.

Vivian Maier was perhaps the first Sartorialist or Garance Dore of our century.

Do you want more?

Head on over here, and when the blog runs out of posts, know that he still has 600 hundred rolls of undeveloped film!

The show is not over yet:)

PS: Dont forget to send me your picture of the day!

You have untill Thursday at midnight:)

Cant wait to see what you see.

Photos by: Vivian Maier via L’inventaire de l’esthetique