I watched this Vivian Maier documentary last night. I feel a bit conflicted. I really love her photos, but she clearly had something going on mentally. She stored 100,000+ photos she almost never printed, along with stacks upon stacks of old newspapers.

It feels strange to publish the work of someone after their death who never did it themselves because you happened to find them in a storage auction. On the other hand, her work is legitimately incredible, and I'm glad we can experience it.