You wanted to pull yourself together the minute you saw the fashion photographer’s skinny frame, because here was your chance to show love to someone who lived to discover what you had made of yourself.
This essay is adapted from the preface to “Fashion Climbing,” a posthumous memoir by the New York Times fashion photographer Bill Cunningham, to be published in September, by Penguin.
This is kind of amazing. Legendary street fashion photographer Bill Cunningham died two years ago, leaving behind a massive body of work documenting the last 40 years of the fashion world. Somewhat surprisingly, he also wrote a memoir that seemingly no one knew about. He called it Fashion Climbing (pre-order on Amazon).
The main thing I love about street photography is that you find the answers you don’t see at the fashion shows. You find information for readers so they can visualize themselves. This was something I realized early on: If you just cover the designers in t
I’m reminded of the loss of Bill Cunningham every Sunday when I read the Style section of the New York Times; I miss his dogged investigation of fashion on the streets of New York. Years ago, when I was a fashion editor, I’d see Bill on a regular basis, camera strung around his neck as he peddled his bike through Manhattan traffic. I have to admit that we all secretly hoped Bill would turn his lens our direction, and the most wounding moments during fashion week was when Bill would lower his camera upon seeing an outfit that didn’t interest him.
From Marc Riboud to David Gilkey and Bill Cunningham, TIME LightBox pays tribute to the photographers we lost in 2016, celebrating their lives and the contributions they made to the medium of photography and to the world.
Whether you were photographed just once by Bill Cunningham, or hundreds of times like favored subjects Anna Wintour, Iris Apfel and Alexandra Lebenthal, it was an experience not to be forgotten. Here, some memories from people who found themselves of the
Whether you were photographed just once by Bill Cunningham, or hundreds of times like his favored subjects Anna Wintour, Iris Apfel and Alexandra Lebenthal, it was an experience not to be forgotten. Here, some memories from people who found themselves of the other side of the lens from Mr. Cunningham. (Interviews have been edited and condensed.)
“He brought honesty. He’d say, ‘Do you think people are getting bored with my pages?’ I was with him when he was sick and in the hospital and he was still talking about his pages. He’d go, ‘26, 29, 31.’ The doctors said, ‘What is he saying?’ I said, ‘He’s telling me to take a photo and move it over here.’ To the very end, he was still working on his pages.”
At Bill Cunningham’s funeral on Thursday morning, Anna Wintour wore blue Carolina Herrera, Annette de la Renta had on a light pleated summer dress that went to the knee, and Mercedes Bass opted for basic black.
Bill Cunningham’s job is not so different from a fisherman’s: it requires a keen knowledge, honed over years, of the local ecosystem and infinite patience in all manner of weather conditions. His first big catch was an accident
the miracle of “Bill Cunningham New York,” a new 88-minute documentary about the photographer of “On the Street” and “Evening Hours,” is that its subject agreed to participate in the first place.