
It's been a long time since I've paid money to see a movie in the theatre. I don't really know why. I think I just had other better things to do. Nonetheless, when I heard that
Bill Cunningham New York was in town, I was pretty quick to go watch it.
Bill Cunningham is a fashion photographer for the
New York Times and is probably best known for his street style approach. He does make the rounds to the runway shows and to benefit/gala/soiree-type of events as well, but I think it's the street style in which he's made his mark.
Not really knowing much about the person, the lure of the documentary was fashion. It was akin to my desire to watch
The September Issue to ogle as the fashion within the film.
Although fashion was a component of the film, Bill Cunningham New York was really about Bill. From the movie, I was able to get a sense of his artist's statement, his history, his life and his passion. While I was able to learn about photography and fashion as a result of the investigation about the person, the point of the film really was Bill.
For the fashion and street style of it, it was neat to hear about his process. His keen eye. His patience. The movie made me want to try something. One day, I want to sit somewhere for 30 minutes to an hour and just watch the world go by. I want to just try to notice things. And take pictures. And see what I come up with. I think I might stay at the same location. To really see/feel what's going on.
I'm intrigued his lifestyle. I could see some people feeling sorry for him, and maybe there's something within him that wishes his life turned out differently - I can't really tell, because he does seem to be quite candid, but at the same time, people can be quite good at not revealing their true feelings about certain topics. He seems to have a wonderful sense of humour. And a very child-like quality about him. I think it's his smile, spirit, and constant sense of joy that makes me feel that way about him.
There are many things that Bill said in the film that I can relate to or that I sometimes feel. It was interesting to hear someone else say it out loud. Recently, someone commented (or maybe inquired, I don't remember) on my seemingly high comfort level at doing things solo. Anyway, I've been thinking about that person's comment a lot. Probably too much.
It's true, I enjoy being on my own. This is not to say that I don't like being social and doing things with other people, but I am equally comfortable doing things alone. There are certain things that I like to do with other people and at certain times I prefer to be with other people, but there are also certain things that I like to do by myself and at certain times I prefer to be by myself. Sometimes I need alone time. I don't know if I've always been that way, or it's a comfort level that I've developed over time, but it struck me as odd when the comment was said. Maybe not odd, but surprising. Like it was impressive somehow. While it's nice to share moments and experiences with others, if you're having such a great time in life, the joys that you get out of life are sometimes enough. And sometimes although I'm not directly sharing those moments with someone I know, I know the people around me, albeit strangers, are having such a wonderful time that even if I never discuss it with them, it's like this unspoken bond that's there. That I know that someone else in the universe is loving life as much as I am, so it's not a lonely feeling. Or that I'm having such a great time that I don't notice that there's no one to share it with. That happiness is so vast that it's all I can think about. And I'm just so happy that I'm able to experience it. Sometimes it doesn't even cross my mind that I'm by myself. And I'm happy that I'm doing what I want to be doing and what I love. It's hard to explain. All I know is that it works for me.
My train of thought is now going towards what society thinks, but I never really wanted this blog to be a space where I 'go there'. I'm quite happy just reflecting and re-reflecting about those issues and so much more in my head or maybe on a piece of paper.
And it's not like I'm comfortable being by myself in all situations. There are certain things that I loathe. But the thing is, I am actively trying to get over those fears. Well, that's exactly it, you spend your whole life in your skin. You have to be comfortable with you. It should be normal to do things just with you. But you should be able to do things in any situation. By yourself or with others. Forget it, I need to get back on track.
I think the initial point to my ramble was to really say that I think Bill is doing what he loves. There are a couple moments in the film that the audience can potentially start to feel sorry for him, but I can't think of a person that doesn't have something in their life that makes us pause or potentially pass judgement. Bill seems to lead a very simple life (sort of related - the part about the history of the Carnegie Hall studios was fascinating), and he does seem to love his life (I really hope so - and because of the way society is, my judgement is too skewed to tell, and of course you can never really tell from just a film). And the fact that really doesn't seem to realize how big of deal he is. Moments in the film, a film that's supposed to be able him, it's like he trying to turn the filmmakers' attention to other things. Other people. To make the film more about the world of fashion. Or the world of NY. Even the little bits where he's interacting with the filmmakers. And responding to the fact that he's the subject of a film. It's wonderful.
Anyway, I think he's inspiring a lot of people along the way. I can only hope that I have that same affect on others within my lifetime.
Clearly, I thought it was an amazing film. Don't watch it to learn about fashion or photography or NY or all of those other things, watch it because it's a wonderful character piece and he seems like a wonderful fellow. He makes for a very compelling subject.
- picture courtesy of www.zeitgeistfilms.com/billcunninghamnewyork