Why? The characters that Cunningham photographs are fabulous and fascinating - from Anna Piaggi to Iris Apfel to OTT milliner Patrick McDonald - but then so is his own.
It's almost unbelievable how entirely without ego Cunningham is. We are left wondering what exactly led him to live this life of contrasts - between his monastic personal life, sleeping in what's essentially a tiny office filled with filing cabinets of his negatives, caring not a jot for fancy clothes or food, cycling up and down town from event to event all in pursuits of his grand passion THE CLOTHES - and the razzle dazzle of the fashion world.
|Iris Apfel & Bill|
There's a fab scene in which the paparazzi flock to snap Catherine Deneuve as she alights from a car outside a show in Paris. Cunningham ignores her. "They ask me, why not photograph Catherine? Well, she wasn't wearing anything interesting," he says, or words to that effect. Cunningham is not interested in celebrity - he is interested only in the art of fashion.
A true original and - when you think about the street snapping phenomenon that's been gripping fashion land and the blogosphere for the past few years, it's all nothing on this. The original - the source. Go Bill!
|A Cunningham shot from his NYT page|
|Hat man Patrick McDonald|
|A still of Apfel from the movie|