In love with Bill Cunningham
I am fascinated by stories of people whose work I admire. There is somenthing about them that gives me the silly impression that I would learn their secret of excellency by discovering how they do it or why they do it. Realistically, this osmotic way of learning is not very effective, besides a little energy boost and an extra encouragement to work hard, myself. The commonality I usually find in every great talent whose story I come to know is hard work. So far, hard work has been the only secret.
Sunday night, after a day dedicated to thesis writing, I indulged myself with the story of Bill Cunningham, the ninety-year-old fashion photographer for the New York Times. I was very touched by his obsession and humbleness. Bill Cunningham’s story gave me a bit of hope that, perhaps, great work will always be recognized, even if the worker could not care less about the latest technology, for being too busy doing his own thing. I have been giving this potential conflict of interest a lot of thought, lately. But this would be, alone, a whole other discussion, so let’s skip it for now.
This documentary is about an obsessive charismatic professional with unshakable work ethics. Even if you are not at all interested in fashion, I would still recommend a trip to Bill Cunningham’s world.