Vivian Maier

A woman is born in NYC, grows up in France, returns to the States and works as a nanny for about 40 years. While she is working as a nanny, she also take photographs. Thousands and thousands of photographs. And never shows them to anyone.

Finding Vivian Maier

Her photos are incredible. And I love how private she was. Especially in our celebrity culture now, to have someone who was so passionate about her work, so talented and persistent, and yet avoided the public eye...it's very moving to me.

To make art for the act of making it alone - I have a lot of respect for that.

I can't wait to see the documentary.

Article on Maier.

Coffee table book of her photographs.

Springtime for Hitler and East 7th Street!

Another Spring, another lovely awakening of nature in Brooklyn. Cool, crisp breezes, birds chirping almost manically, cats and dogs happily trotting down the street sniffing the air. It make-a me happy.

I have decided to photograph all our feral cats so you can see the cuteness that lives in back of the house where we rent our apt. I LOVE this neighborhood. Love love love love. It's absolutely perfect for me and I hope we can someday have a more permanent home here. But until then, I count myself to be one of the lucky ones who gets an awesome big, sunny two-bedroom apartment with cool landlords/neighbors and one of the best neighborhoods I've ever experienced.

So here we go! Trees are starting to blossom and birds take over the tree in front of our apartment which means lots of chirping... and lots of bird shit on our car.

And also here are some photos of my cat, Yoda, force-snuggling his brother Eskimo (both of whom were born in our backyard). Yoda just happens to be force-snuggling me right now as I try to type this around his enormous corpus.

Happy Spring everyone!