On Vivian Maier, the virtually unknown street photographer purportedly of the stature of Cartier-Bresson.
Curious (and concerned) about the way this narrative is constructed. Echoing one of the comments in the thread below the video, why is the narrator taking so many liberties with the inner world of Maier’s private life and opinions? What are the sources from which this is narrative pieced together, I wonder. And, so teleological — why do such short films aiming to offer a space for the voice of a forgotten doyen of street photography necessarily have to validate her and homogeneously structure her life as one which inexorably echoed a self-reflexive, self-coherent affirmative rendering of her life as a being-towards future martyrdom as a posthumous success, smacking so much of a hagiographic biographical vision?