Yesterday, June, 25 Bill Cunningham, fashion photographer of the New York Times, left us at 87 years old.
But Bill was not just that, Bill was a living legend. That smiling little man who made of New York City his personal office where he was taking pictures of unusual models on those streets which, through the lens of his camera, became like real catwalks of a fashion show.
A humble man, an artist, able to capture beauty and whimsy around us. From hatter for the stars with three jobs, to fashion journalist and pioneer of street style fashion photography.
Roamed the streets of New York looking like a tourist in his blue jacket, he lived in a small apartment in the Carnegie Hall Building surrounded by artists (including his famous neighbor Editta Sherman, portrayed in this famous shot by Cunningham himself).
Riding his bicycle through New York, invisible and discreet, with kind eyes and full of wonder to see wonderfully dressed women and “take a note” with his camera. And his eye was that of the New York Times “On the Street”, ’cause on the street, according to Cunningham, you could really see how fashion was interpreted by ordinary people, far more interesting to him then celebrities.
And with the hope of one day being able to see all those pictures never published, we say goodbye today, after half a century of photographs and fine clothes, to the first true admirer of the street and its people that was brave enough to give the fashion world a new perspective. Goodnight Bill.