Meet Vivian Maier. She was an odd bug, born in New York, raised in France, came back home to America as an adult. She worked in Chicago as an Au pear, kept mostly to herself and was lucky enough to have worked for a family that could offer her a private bathroom as well as a darkroom where she would hide out learning magic under a red light bulb, She would resurrect the tiny fragments of other peoples lives that she had captured in her free moments. Well children grow and change is inevitable and the day came when Vivian was no longer needed. She never was able to achieve the level of success she had once had and was no longer able to develop her own film, consequently upon her death boxes and boxes of undeveloped film were discovered in the room she leased in Chicago. Vivian Maier never realized what a treasure she was or what a treasure she would leave behind.
