We watch a lot of films. And, I mean, a lot . It's not often that we come across a film so charming, so revealing, and filled with so much humanity. But, such was the case with Bill Cunningham New York, directed by Richard Press.
Bill Cunningham is an artist(and I say that intentionally), that everyone has probably encountered, but not too many people really know. He has that special talent: to conceal himself while revealing the world. It's a biographical talent, as much as an aesthetic one.
Here's a snip it of Bill and his graciousness with a camera: "I started photographing people on the street during World War II. I used a little box Brownie. Nothing too expensive. The problem is I'm not a good photographer. To be perfectly honest, I'm too shy. Not aggressive enough. Well, I'm not aggressive at all. I just loved to see wonderfully dressed women, and I still do. That's all there is to it."
Arguably, Bill has done more for the fashion industry, for introducing people to fashion, than just about anyone on the planet. Take a minute to stroll through some of his work. He's an inventor, an humanitarian, and a seer, who continues to "re-educate his eye".