I don't like my professor at all. She looks very ugly, you say she can be thirty-five years old, or forty-five years old. No boyfriend, no girlfriend. Poor, wearing a green sweater covered in balls of thread every day. There are many vices, and I don't care. I often fish out the photo paper in the fixer with my hands. She taught us how to deal with the scratches on the film in class, and rubbed a little oil on the film with her fingers... I still don't know if this is playing with me...
I always feel that she is not interested in a better life . There is a big misunderstanding... Pretty little girl blowing soap bubbles in the sunset. Magnolia flowers and cherry blossoms flutter in the wind. The large sailboats on the seashore reflected the golden sunlight. Not good, not good, not good! She didn't like it at all. The few photos of me that she likes are, to put it simply, anti-human. A half-drinking Coke bottle standing beside the Chinatown trash can, a mutilated doll abandoned in a dirty mud puddle, she said it was beautiful!
I love human beings so much, the only appeal for taking a photography class is to take pictures of tourist attractions for my friends in the future, pictures of flowers smelling flowers, pictures of good times, and then upload them everywhere for compliments. The film is so expensive, the photographic paper is so expensive, the spring is warm outside, the flowers and trees are good, in order to get a good score, I wash out the broken glass windows of the abandoned factory in the darkroom of the basement, and go on the highway. The corpse of a squirrel hit by a car felt like he was dying.
She likes Maier very much. She showed us pictures of Maier and the camera Maier used in class. She also has a Rollerflex reversible. This camera is awesome, just look down when shooting in the street, and most people won't see that you are shooting him. At that time, I was holding the Minolta that was leaking light everywhere, and I was almost beaten by the black uncle of North Fei when I was focusing.
I still didn't get a good score after that. My cool clothes are so hard, my professor must have seen through me long ago. Negative means negative and negative, which is fun. Maier is an oddball. My professor is also a weirdo. There are few genius freaks like Maier in the world, and many cheesy ordinary people like me. The point of view of a good story is often eccentrics and children, who can see the dark side of the moon, and the same is true of good photography, breaking down the trivial and mundane of life and seeing all the unbearable beauty in the core. But it was a very, very lonely thing, and when you go to a large crowd, you are always separated by a person. Maier alone, with more than a thousand rolls of film, is a huge loneliness.
Those photos are so good, but even if Maier is alive now, even if she is by my side, I might just be as confused as the ordinary people in the documentary, why didn't she tell me? If I knew, if I knew...and maybe I didn't like her at all. Sad to think about.
As far as the film is concerned, I just wanted to see Maier's amazing photos again... The narration is more focused on the process of searching. As a documentary, I think it is a bit subjective. The protagonist is the man...
Besides, Maier is so Crazy and cool personality, if you know that your Chinese name is Vivian, you will definitely be mad.
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