A shoe. Kings Cross Road, London, early morning 17 June 2019. “As often as not, someone loses a shoe or throws it away, what do I know. Today I photographed such a shoe, a single woman’s, on the path down to the station. I imagined violence, that the woman had been on a wild flight from a pursuer and had lost her shoe. Only when I had it in the box, did I consider the shoe’s singleness like my own, but that was silly, because the shoe’s singleness presupposes an identical one somewhere else, for example still on the foot racing off at breakneck speed, whereas my own singleness does not” (Vivian Maier’s voice, 1970s in Christina Hesselholdt’s book Vivian, 2016). What would be the right chronology?
I saw a documentary Finding Vivian Maier. After the screening, there was Q&A with Christina Hesselholdt, a Danish author who wrote a book Vivian. She presented its English edition/translation. I liked her Danish awkwardness, her slow unpredictable responses, and that she opted for multiple overlapping relentless voices as a form of writing. So I bought the book and started reading it. Then I took a photo on my way to work with this single shoe on a mattress on the side of the road. And then I found these words (or they found me?) in the book.
But may be this chronology is wrong. May be a photograph was always there and then the film, and the book, and the words came - later. #urbanphotography #london #iphoto #vivianmaierstyle #blackandwhite #reflections