BC
Sunday 7/31 I just watched a doc on Bill Cunningham. He took photos of street fashion and fancy Manhattan night life and Paris shows for four decades - always on his bicycle and in his blue Italian street sweeper jacket. He never partied with his subjects and thought money was the greatest of all evils. He lived in the Carnegie Hall building in a minuscule studio filled with file cabinets full of his negatives, a desk and a small bed. He claims he never had a romantic relationship, “not even in my mind” and went to church every Sunday. Once at a fashion show - security was giving him a hard time and a designer grabbed his elbow and yelled at them “what are you doing - he’s the most important person on the planet.”