Bill Cunningham New York

by agoodspirit

Last night, after an extremely stressful and exhausting week, I finally turned in a 76-page draft of a dissertation chapter to my thesis director.  That’s right.  Seventy-six pages.  It’s the longest document I’ve ever composed in my life.  I confess I’m not completely satisfied with it.  It’s still going to need work.  But hey, it’s a complete draft and I can revise it later and—most importantly—for now it’s done.  Hurray!

To celebrate, today I took a breather and watched a really really wonderful documentary on Netflix: Bill Cunningham New York.  It’s about a man, Bill Cunningham, who since 1978 has been taking photographs of street fashion for a column at the New York Times.  It’s his job to bike New York City’s streets every day and take pictures of people whose clothes catch his eye.  He’s a fashion and photography genius but also, as this film makes clear, a true saint.  He’s long been mesmerized by extravagant fashion but he himself lives an astonishingly simple life: he owns only a few very simple and inexpensive articles of clothing, and he lives in a tiny apartment with no kitchen or bathroom.  He comes across as extremely humble and selfless, and comically jolly to boot.  The documentary’s profile was fascinating and heartwarming, and I highly recommend it.

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