Months ago I stumbled across Vivian Maier's work by chance, when her negatives had just been discovered and John Maloof was diligently scanning away from his apartment and learning who she was:
An American of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction, Vivian bounced between Europe and the United States before coming back to New York City in 1951. Having picked up photography just two years earlier, she would comb the streets of the Big Apple refining her artistic craft. By 1956 Vivian left the East Coast for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life working as a caregiver. In her leisure Vivian would shoot photos that she zealously hid from the eyes of others. Taking snapshots into the late 1990′s, Maier would leave behind a body of work comprising over 100,000 negatives.
She perfectly captured not only another time period, when children dressed nicely for play dates and commuter entertainment was a mere newspaper, but also perfectly captured what so many street photographers yearn to capture today. The emotion and depth in her portraits is unparalleled.
(Images and quotation from VivianMaier.com)