Hi, everyone. It's a sunny day and I'm rediscovering the joys of wearing vintage and feeling generally a'ight.
I ran into a friend of mine yesterday who invited me to the screening next week of Bill Cunningham's new film, "Bill Cunningham, New York". Having read Sunday Styles since what feels like gestation, I am most excited to see this amazing documentary about a man who has shared his fantastic photos of street fashion in the New York Times for years. I always look forward to scanning those photos, looking for fashion cues and clues to decode what's now in the best city in the whole world. And as a young lass in Philadelphia, I studied his column of photos with a combination of jealousy, passion, and a "when in the world am I moving to New York already" rabid curiosity. Maybe if you are a New Yorker, you have been lucky enough (or chic enough) to be captured by his intrepid eye.
Cunningham was doing this way before the Sartorialist, way before Tommy Ton, and way before anyone else was so hyped on viewing pictures of street fashion. Though I love all of the above photographers beaucoup de beaucoup, I always like to consider the source, and that source is the inmitiable Bill Cunningham. If this film is playing near you somewhere, do go to see it. It's inspiring to watch a film about how somebody sees, and with so much honesty. Not to mention a spidey like sense for ethnography and cultural documentation, all captured while on a bicycle. He is the ultimate fashion historian and I can't wait to see the film. LOVE.
C'est tout, my kitties. Cause that's what's up this streetwise Thursday in the MIA. Wear something worth photographing today, won't you? XO