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Bill Cunningham New York
He who seeks beauty, will find it.
Chronicles a man who is obsessively interested in only one thing,the pictures he takes that document the way people dress. The 80-year-old New York Times photographer has two columns in the paper's Style section, yet nobody knows who he is.
Bill Cunningham is a crazy bike riding camera pecking man child with joie de vivre all over his blue french workman's coat.
The bike riding. I can't believe he is still alive. He had 28 bikes stolen but seemingly no broken limbs? Check the label to see if this is still non fiction.
The camera pecking. Extraordinary. No one asked why he still uses a film camera because we know the answer. The camera is up and down before you can blink. Suddenly pecking at his subject and quickly nonchalant and beaming. Only one threat in 84 minutes; the beaming is working. You want to be shot by Bill Cunningham.
The man child is surprising and becomes a little creepy.…
This is a watchable documentary about an aging fashion photographer from New York. He's a likeable chap with unusual philosophy. He doesn't seem to care for the same things that regular folk care for (money, love, comfort and so on), but instead devotes his life to the worship of unusual clothes.
It's hard to believe that he's not lonely, but he seems to honestly not regret his single-track life. He sums up his attitude with a beautiful quip: He who seeks beauty will find it. That sentiment resonates with me.
Enjoyable, affable, watchable, but not very revealing. Something dark is bubbling below the surface, and we catch a glimpse from time to time, but the documentary team are either too timid or too respectful to scratch the surface.
Probably more interesting for fashionistas.
This loving portrait of one of New York’s hardest-working sons doesn’t shy away from asking tough questions. Whether or not it answers them is immaterial — by the end, it’s impossible not to feel like you’ve spent a day or a year in Bill’s company, and his modesty, enthusiasm and good humour are bound to rub off.
The third time I've seen this film, which strangely moves me to tears every single time. To find someone so dedicated to their art and their work that they have sacrificed most of their life to it, is something to be in awe of.
A beautiful man and a beautiful film, lovingly crafted to show the humble, clever, visionary man who shapes so much of what fashion is and what can be great about an often shallow industry.
The extraordinary devotion Bill Cunningham has for his work means that any film about him is worth a look, but it’s a shame this one is not a more illuminating portrait. Amiable though he may be, Cunningham has made a career out of being an observer rather than a participant, and his years behind the lens have trained him well in the art of evasion. No one interviewed in this documentary seems to know anything about him beyond his boundless enthusiasm for his unique brand of fashion photography, and Cunningham himself doesn’t do much to fill in the gaps. We learn about the various career experiences in fashion and journalism that led him to the niche he now occupies, but…
"Money is the cheapest thing."
Magical. Heartfelt. Inspiring. Richard Press' gorgeous documentary is an expose of one the greatest fashion photographers and columnists, Bill Cunningham. When it comes to fashion, Bill has an artists eye - always on a quest to capture of the uniqueness and flamboyance of Manhattan's fashion elite for the New York Times. A terribly sweet man who finds utter joy in his work, this doc paints him as a fixture of Manhattan who is an essential part of "New York life". An artist who has shunned celebrity lifestyle and refused to indulge in the financial fruits that his career could've offered him, instead he at his happiest when he's left to his own devices - documenting…
A compelling, well-made documentary that I'm thinking it will stay with me for a while.
I'm not into fashion or even really interested in it at all, but Bill Cunningham is a wonderful figure and artist, a truly unique individual and apparent fixture of high society in NYC. The documentary is fair and fascinating, with moments of real humanity and catharsis. I would consider it wonderful teaching film for "how to make a documentary" and "how to be an artist".
In time, I may deem it a personal favorite, but I have to sit with it for a little bit.
WARNING: Contains one blink-and-you'll-miss-it shot of partial, non-sexual nudity.
When he died, a big, pure piece of fashion died too. :(
Bill Cunningham New York is a marvelous documentary that follows the titular New York Times fashion photographer as he rides around the city on his bicycle taking pictures of real New Yorkers, elevating the regular urban landscape to high fashion. It does not sound like the stuff of gripping filmmaking, and indeed, fashion. But Bill Cunningham himself is the star of this film, and it is as much an exploration and celebration of a singluar personality and his passion as it is about his art. The real draw of the movie is in watching his sheer, unadorned joy, for Bill Cunningham loves his city and his work and his life in a way that makes it hard not to love it with him.
Kind of suffers from the future thing that affected the Page One doc. The access is incredible, but the old guard recognize they shouldn't be the story even if that's all the director wants.
Cunningham's transition into a mythic figure is only heightened after his death and fun quirks at a point of transition--seeing a film scanner in the NYT Photo Room circa 2009 was incredibly amusing and I can't help but wonder if it sits in storage now.
Also seeing his infamous apartment is worth it.
I don’t give a shit about fashion, but watching Bill Cunningham do his thing makes me excited about it.
His passion and dedication to his craft are unbelievably contagious.
This documentary is a rare look into a man’s life who is thoroughly dedicated to mastering his craft. He loves every second of it - it’s all he lives for. If I can found an ounce of his passion and happiness in my own life, I’d be a fulfilled man.
His entire life is dedicated to his craft. Every thing he does, thinks, and wants. It's insane dedication and passion I wish I had in my life.
This one’s right up there with Jiro Dreams of Sushi and similar documentaries.
Shout out to Annette de la Renta's depressed dog.
I hadn't heard of Bill Cunningham until his death this year. This is a very interesting look into his life. I wouldn't think that someone could live like he did; to have the career that he did; to live *in* Carnegie Hall.
While his photographs themselves aren't anything special, the trends he saw and documented were where his art was.
He seemed like a pretty happy guy, but his life overall seemed depressing.
A profoundly engaging—inviting, in fact—documentary about a person that makes you a little happier to be on this planet. He's so wholly, totally alive and viscerally joyful that it's impossible to be morose while watching the film—even with the knowledge his recent passing. From what little you see in Bill Cunningham New York, it'd seem that the tried and true turns of phrase "he lived a full life" and "he lived life on his terms" apply here in a big way.
One lovely standout moment: the only pushback he gets in the entire film from someone being photographed (not without some justification, honestly, if you didn't know the guy and weren't in the right mood) is responded to with a big, knowing smile. Gotta take the bad with the good if you enjoy what you do. Keep on cyclin'.
What an artist
Overweight, loveless, wood paneling, empty parking lots, basements, loners, madness, sadness, isolation, depression, fantasy, eccentric, filth, sleaze...
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