Our Sunday routine is a simple one: wake up, run a brush over the teeth (and, if we’re lucky, a comb through the hair), check phone for any embarrassing text messages and find our way to the New York Times Sunday Styles section to pour over the latest batch of snaps by legendary photographer Bill Cunningham.
For the uninitiated, Cunningham is the legendary 81-year-old lensman whose “On the Street” style column is required reading for the fashion folk and better medicine for a hangover than a greasy breakfast and a giant cup of coffee. And if you’ve ever had the luck of seeing Bill trolling around Manhattan on his vintage Schwinn, clad in a blue worker’s smock and snapping shots of the insanely stylish outside the tents at Bryant Park — or better yet had your photo taken by his iconic lens — you know just how darn cute he is.
Now with a documentary by Richard Press about the elusive journalist set to open tomorrow at the New Directors/New Films series at the Museum of Modern Art we couldn’t help but have ourselves an aw shucks sort of moment. The guy still shoots with film and has his pictures developed at a one-hour photo. Sorry Scotty, but they just don’t make them like this anymore.