Bill Cunningham, long a fixture in New York, where he would dash (and bicycle) around to take photos of real people in real fashion for the paper, has died at 87 from the effects of a stroke he suffered earlier this week.
I was so proud to meet and get a picture with the out shooter (who did not take a picture of my outfit) a few years ago.
From that write-up:
I was most excited to meet and chat briefly with Bill Cunningham, the octogenarian fashion shooter for The New York Times. A new documentary on him (Bill Cunningham New York) is getting lots of good press, something he seemed a bit shy about when I mentioned it. “I haven't seen it,” he told me, “but I understand the filmmakers deserve a lot of praise.” He remembered my name when thanking me. It was fascinating to watch him work the line; so many of the queens had no idea who he was and seemed bemused when he would hand them a pad to write down their names. (This old-school method is fail-safe, though, if you want to avoid being Miss Identified.)
If you never saw Bill Cunningham New York (2010), do yourself a favor and see it.