“Bill Cunningham”
…………………….Bill Cunningham has sadly passed away, and we have all lost a very dear soul…………To say that Bill was the best at what he did would be a monumental understatement. If you don’t know who the “gentleman” was I would like for you to google him. Bill was a photo journalist, but I think Bill would have thought that too fancy, and wouldn’t even like to be known as a photographer……just someone who simply liked clothes…. He rode on his very ordinary bicycle around NYC taking pictures of women, men, children, and occasionally animals…….dressed in interesting garb. He would then tell a story with these pictures every Sunday in the New York Times fashion section. His stories were limitless. One week it was about animal prints, another hats, another sunglasses, another coats, another tartan plaids…..what ever caught his eye…umbrellas, polka dots…whatever it was he made a photo record of it……Every Sunday I looked forward to see what Bill zeroed in on. Was it something that us designers should take heed of, or were we a part of what Bill found exciting in the spur of the moment……….Bill was at every special event he could peddle on his bicycle to whether a major “Red Carpet” event, or the opening of a gallery in the Meat Packing District. There were no bounds to where he would go….uptown to Harlem…..downtown to the Battery…east and west…wherever he thought he might get his shot…his next story. You might bump into him in the most unlikely places, camera in hand, but most likely you would find him stationed on 5th Avenue near 57th Street….or up and down Madison Ave……Bill was a New York fixture, and most New Yorkers, who were aware of anything, knew who he was……..I’m sure he was happy as punch when digital cameras came out, and he didn’t have to carry rolls and rolls of film!………………………………………………….
……………..I have know Bill for 40 years, but he was a very private man. I never knew how old he was, but in all those years he barely changed. I doubt he gained or lost a pound. Sure he had a few more wrinkles, but his vitality never wavered. I was about 20 when I first met him, and he was about 20 years older……He was the kindest, sweetest, most humble man I have ever met in my life, and I don’t say that lightly…..Over the years he has taken many many picture of me, and of Jac. The one above was taken at a Met Fashion of the Year Gala. That was when they took place in Dec. and the museum was resplendent with Baroque Christmas decorations. As you can see it was snowing, and Bill caught me as I was exiting a limo. The smile on my face was for Bill…..I was always happy to see him….He signed the back, wrote me a sweet note, and sent it to me…..It’s one of my most favorite pictures……Without fail, whenever we met on the street or any event, he would always say in a very endearing way, “How are you kid?”, and I would always reply, “I’m good Bill, how are you?”, “I’m great!”, and off he would go…I thought Bill would be around for ever……I would like to think that Bill is off looking for the next shot, and that someday I will bump into him again, and he will say, “how have you been Kid?”…………………….rest in peace dear Bill