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Hey! It's Ruth from Ozark. Bill is freaking HILARIOUS 😂. Bill Cunningham, Paris, 1971. Photo: Harold Chapman/Topfoto / The Image Works Before street-style photography was a cottage industry, it was just Bill Cunningham riding around on a bike. Known for cruising around New York City in his cobalt-blue jacket, snapping photos of expressively dressed Manhattanites, Cunningham was both anthropologist and photographer. And he was a fashion fixture. Hes quite possibly the most beloved photographer in the industry — possibly because almost everyone had a fond Cunningham story. Including director Mark Bozek. Cunningham invited Bozek to film him for a one-minute video for the CFDA awards. But the photographer wound up talking for four hours about his life in Carnegie Hall studios, his first camera, and his four decades working for the New York Times. That was in 1994. When Cunningham died in 2016, Bozek unearthed the interview and made it the center of a documentary, The Times of Bill Cunningham, narrated by Sarah Jessica Parker and featuring hundreds of Cunninghams photographs. It premiered in 2018 at the New York Film Festival but is just being released this Valentines Day. When it premiered, Variety called it, “a snapshot of a life that leaves you grateful for having encountered it. ” Even though Cunningham was 65 years old when he gave the interview that anchors the film, he still seems astonished by all thats happened to him. One moment hes talking about girls breaking down Marlon Brandos door, the next its on to Jackie Kennedy Onassis and her wardrobe. I have to say, watching it first thing this morning made me a lot more excited to get to work. Cunninghams wide-eyed, anything-can-happen attitude in the interview is infectious. Below is an exclusive look at the trailer, if you want to put yourself in a better mood. This New Fashion Documentary Will Cheer You Up.
I was so very blessed to get to see her several times in concert since we share our hometown of Tucson! Have always loved her, from the first time I heard Stone Poneys on the radio as a child, even before I knew she was from Tucson, to completely wearing out my vinyl copy of Heart Like a Wheel, to my daughter and I singing our hearts out with her to Canciones de Mi Padre, to my infant son being soothed (along with me) by the then newly released Cry Like a Rainstorm. Howl Like the Wind, to the amazing collaborations of Trio and Trio II (my family has instructions to play “Farther Along” at any sort of memorial they might have for me. Im so terribly sad that she has had to stop singing because of her health issues, I know what its like to be inhibited from doing what you love and want because of illness, but I am eternally grateful that theres such a treasure trove of her music for all of us to enjoy forever. God Bless you, Linda.
Trailer Instrueret af Mark Bozek USA, 2018 Dokumentar 74 Synopsis A new feature film documentary about legendary NYTimes photographer Bill Cunningham. Denne film spiller ikke i øjeblikket på MUBI, men 30 andre gode film gør. Se hvad der vises nu The Times Of Bill Cunningham Vis alle (2) Cast & team InstruktørogManuskript Bill Cunningham Ham/Hende selv Hvad siger folk? Vær den første til at anmelde denne film! I disse lister Not A Sexy Vampire's Submissions efter Not A Sexy Vampire Film 42 Følgere 0 Relaterede film Smash His Camera Leon Gast, 2010 Bill Cunningham New York Richard Press, Antonio Lopez 1970: Sex, Fashion & Disco James Crump, 2017.
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The times of bill cunningham watch full length tv. The times of bill cunningham watch full length 2016. Q&As with Mark Bozek on October 11 & 14 Mark Bozek began work on this lovely and invigorating film about the now legendary street photographer on the day of Cunninghams death in 2016 at the age of 87. Bozek is working with precious material, including a lengthy 1994 filmed interview with Cunningham (shot when he received a Media Award from the Council of Fashion Designers of America) and his subjects earliest pre- New York Times photographs, long unseen. In his customarily cheerful and plainspoken manner, Cunningham takes us through his Irish Catholic upbringing in Boston, his army stint, his move to New York in 1948 (which was controversial for his straitlaced family) his days as a milliner, his close friendships with Nona Park and Sophie Shonnard of Chez Ninon, his beginnings as a photographer, and his liberated and wholly democratic view of fashion. Narrated by Sarah Jessica Parker.
The original Sartorialist. Playing at the following locations: Narrated by Sarah Jessica Parker, The Times of Bill Cunningham features incredible photographs chosen from over 3 million previously unpublicized images and documents from iconic street photographer and fashion historian Bill Cunningham. Told in Cunningham's own words from a recently unearthed 1994 interview, the photographer chronicles, in his customarily cheerful and plainspoken manner, moonlighting as a milliner in France during the Korean War, his unique relationship with First Lady Jackie Kennedy, his four decades at The New York Times and his democratic view of fashion and society. Details Documentary 1 hr. 14 min. Opens February 14th, 2020 Cast Bill Cunningham Director Mark Bozek Writer Mark Bozek Today's Showtimes Click times to purchase tickets No showtimes available on this date.
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In “The Times of Bill Cunningham, ” the late New York Times fashion photographer Bill Cunningham appears before us as a blissed-out aging choirboy. He sits in his small apartment, surrounded by file cabinets jammed with his work, a geek in his element, with a shock of gray hair and two jutting front teeth that give him a big rabbity smile so eager its giddy — and the thing is, he means it. That antic grin lights up the room. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is the second documentary to be made about the Times legendary on-the-street photographer and shutterbug of society, and it contains a revealing story about the first, “Bill Cunningham New York. ” That film was released in 2011, when Cunningham was in his early eighties (he died in 2016) and it was a profile made with his ardent approval and cooperation. So youd assume that he might have wanted to attend the New York premiere of it. But no. He skipped the premiere, and for good measure never bothered to see the movie. Instead, when the early spring evening that should have been his red-carpet moment was happening, Cunningham was out doing what he always did: gliding through the New York streets on his trademark bicycle, looking for ordinary people to photograph — and not-so-ordinary people, though the beauty of Cunninghams work is that he never made the distinction. He didnt see it, so he didnt make it. In one of his typical Sunday photo collages, you might encounter five different images of women on the street, each photographed wearing the same dress, all looking quite different in it, next to a shot of a celebrity strolling along in that same dress. But youd always have to do a double take before you said, “Oh, look, its Claire Danes, ” because Cunningham lent each figure the graceful mystery and radiance of a celebrity. On his weekly page, everybody was a star. Cunningham himself became a star, though only reluctantly, in the most head-ducking and self-effacing way. He thrived on being behind the camera and behind the scenes, as he had since the 1940s, when he arrived in New York from his native Boston to work at Bonwit Teller. Theres now a full-scale genre of fashion-world documentaries, a category that found its commercial niche around a decade ago, with the release of “Valentino: The Last Emperor. ” But something that has struck me over the last year is that theres a special, intoxicating quality to movies that excavate the fashion demimonde prior to the 1960s — in other words, the “Phantom Thread” era or before. It might be Warhol doing his shoe drawings in the 50s, or Cecil Beaton inventing the 30s fairy-tale kingdom according to Vogue, or (in this case) Bill Cunningham, a sharply grinning young man of the most innocent flamboyance, from a conservative working-class Irish Catholic family, coming to New York and deciding to become a milliner, all because he thought that womens hats could be like something out of a dream. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is built around an extended interview Cunningham gave in 1994 to a reporter named Mark Bozek (whos the director of the film. The interview was supposed to be 10 minutes long, but Cunningham, then 65, just kept talking. He was one of those lucky individuals whod discovered the secret of a happy existence: If you love what you do and do what you love, youll never work a day in your life. The Cunningham we meet took this ethos to a purified Buddhist extreme. He went out to shoot pictures every day, reveling in the discovery of each moment, and he got invited to some very fancy parties, but apart from that he led a spartan existence. In the 50s, he moved into one of the fabled studios above Carnegie Hall and occupied that privileged but monastic space until the day he died. It was like a highbrow version of the Chelsea Hotel, and we hear great stories about how Marlon Brando, who also had a studio there, would hide out in Cunninghams to get away from all the girls who were mobbing him, or how Cunningham rubbed shoulders with figures from Martha Graham to a naked house-guesting Norman Mailer. Cunningham speaks neurotically quickly, still with a trace of his Boston accent, and the quality he communicates is an openness to any inspiration. The secret of his photography, he says, wasnt aesthetic talent; it was closer to having a detectives eye. Thats why, on the sidewalk, he was always able to spot people like Boy George or — in a historic moment — the aging reclusive Greta Garbo, who hadnt been photographed for decades. He was a man of the moment. When Bozek asks Cunningham, late in the film, if hes ever sad about anything, without saying a word he puts his head down and silently begins to weep. Just like that. A little later, he tells us that hes thinking of all the friends he lost to AIDS. Cunningham found a place in the fashion world, working for the designers who dressed Jackie Kennedy, but it wasnt until someone gave him a camera that he found his calling. He had the talent to be a designer, but by temperament he was an observer. He first demonstrated that in his fashion-world commentary for Womens Wear Daily, which read like gossip written by someone without a catty bone in his body; it was dish served by a man who loved life. He preserved that voice in the short passages he wrote alongside the weekly street gallery that became one of the most popular and iconic destinations in the Sunday New York Times. The movie is filled with his images, many never published in the Times, and you can feel the pleasure he took in shooting each one of them. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is only 74 minutes long, yet its a snapshot of a life that leaves you grateful for having encountered it. Cunningham insists he wasnt an artist, and in a way the movie recognizes that he was right. He was a natural photographer who anticipated the digital era, but his gift wasnt so much for crafting impeccable images. It was a talent for living that he expressed through his lens. He was a reporter who forged his own unique beat: the beauty of other people. Subscribe to Variety Newsletters and Email Alerts.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. Everyone thought that Anna Wintour was going to be like Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. Honestly I don;t know how he handles that heavy Pentax 6x7... O_o. The times of bill cunningham watch full length album. The Times of Bill Cunningham Watch full length. You never move a man or women in your house, it never works out, remember, everyone wants what you got. Amazing. The Times of Bill Cunningham Watch Full length. Imagine an 80-year-old man with more stamina than two men almost half his age. One night while shooting Bill Cunningham New York, Richard Press, the director, and Tony Cenicola, the cameraman, followed the octogenarian in question riding his bicycle around Manhattan on a typical evening's round of parties. The filmmakers were shooting their moving target from an adult-size tricycle jury-rigged for the occasion. By 11 p. m., after following him to events downtown, midtown, and across Central Park, the two filmmakers were exhausted while Cunningham was still going. The next day, Bill was gleeful in recounting how he ran Richard and Tony ragged. Of course, he was at an advantage because he rides his bike from one party to another almost every night of the week. Bill Cunningham is known for his two weekly photographic columns in The New York Times: On the Street. in which he identifies fashion trends as he spots them emerging on the street; and "Evening Hours. his coverage of the social whirl of charities that benefit the cultural life of the city. The fashion world considers him a kind of deity; his zeitgeist antenna is so finely tuned that designers, retailers, and fashion editors scrutinize his pages religiously. As Anna Wintour says in our movie: We all get dressed for Bill. In 2008, he was made an Officer in the Order of The Arts and Letters of the Ministry of Culture in France. His reputation clearly extends beyond New York. Still, Cunningham's resistance to attention is legendary. It took seven years for Richard Press and me to convince the most reluctant man-about-town in New York to be the subject of our film (which opens March 18 at the Film Forum in New York. He has consistently refused overtures from most every writer, editor, curator, or impresario to do a book or an exhibition or to give a public talk, but it isn't condescension with which he invariably demurs. It is profound humility. As Anna Wintour says in our movie: “We all get dressed for Bill. ” "I'm just a hack. he says, sincerely, although I believe his self-effacement doubles as a cover. By dismissing everyone's lofty conclusions about his unique contribution to fashion, he protects his independence. He wants nothing more than to be able to stand on the street and wait to be thrilled by what someone is wearing. Period. At the same time, he is deeply circumspect—he did drop out of Harvard—and he regards his two columns in the Times in the larger context of the paper's news coverage. By his own estimation, compared to the weight of ongoing global problems, he rates his obsession with clothes as nothing but a hobby. Bill is quick to tell you that he is a fraud. He doesn't really consider himself a photographer and, here, I tend to agree with him. While he uses a camera to identify fashion trends and to document evening events, the photographic image is not what he cares about; it's the clothes. His love of fabric, line, cut, shape and, ultimately, original style has propelled him day in and day out over 50 years to look at what people are wearing—on the street, at the fashion shows, and at the parties for which people get dressed up. His daunting accomplishment is that he transformed an obsession with clothes into an exacting chronicle of the intersection of fashion and society in New York over half a century. It's not what he set out to do when he picked up a camera in the mid-1960s. Still, given his strict work ethic, passion for clothes, and native scholarly approach to the history of fashion, what he leaves in his trail is pure cultural anthropology. Bill is the most unencumbered person I know. "Money is the cheapest thing. he says. "Liberty is the most expensive. Blithely, he conducts his life with an absence of material possessions. He has lived in the same tiny apartment at the Carnegie Hall studios for half a century. There is no room for furniture—no chair or table or dresser. Instead, old file cabinets stacked side by side leave barely enough room for his single mattress over a flat board. You would think it's a derelict storage facility. Breakfast for him is a quick in and out at a local deli and dinner is usually Chinese takeout before he launches into an evening's slate of parties. His only form of transportation is a bicycle. His signature blue jacket is a Parisian street sweeper's smock purchased on his semi-annual trips to Paris. "They're practical. he claims, because the fabric withstands his cameras rubbing against it and multiple pockets hold his rolls of film. Everything in his life is pared down to the essential structure of his work. No one assigns Bill to go out and find women on the street wearing pink scarves, say. The endless trends he spots—whether leopard patterned bags or backless summer dresses or white leather boots—come from what he, alone, observes. He is the master of his own columns. I have known Bill for almost 20 years. As a former picture editor at the Times, I used to watch him quietly slip into the old Times building, wait for the lab to process his film, select his pictures on contact sheets, and take the prints to the art department, where he would sit with an art director to design his pages. He is a very cheerful presence as long as no one encroaches on his independence. He is both aware of and immune to the subtle divisions of rank within the politicized hierarchy of the Times. He talks as respectfully with the mailroom clerk as with the editor of the Culture desk. His biggest fights always have been with art directors, who think of his pictures as graphic elements to be arranged in an easily readable page design. Of course, Bill knows better than anyone how his pictures should be put together to make his point. As a young man in New York in the 1950s, Bill made woman's hats. His salon in the Carnegie Hall studios was a destination for women in the know. The Actors' Studio resided at Carnegie Hall, as well, and he remembers Ginger Rogers, Joan Crawford, and Marilyn Monroe coming in from time to time to look at his hats. "But I wasn't interested in them. he recalls. "They weren't stylish. In the 1950s, Bill also worked for Chez Ninon, a couture salon owned by the socially well-connected Nona Park and Sophie Shonnard. They made legitimate copies of the European designers such as Chanel, Givenchy, and Dior. Jacqueline Kennedy was a regular client. When President Kennedy was assassinated, she flew the red Balenciaga suit she had bought at Chez Ninon up to New York for Bill to dye black. That's what she wore to the historic funeral. That said, Bill is not interested in celebrities or in the status of labels. During Fashion Week in Paris two years ago, we filmed him outside the Yves Saint Laurent show at the Grande Palais. All of a sudden a swarm of photographers surrounded Catherine Deneuve as she strolled toward her waiting car. Bill turned to us and rolled his eyes. "Look at all the paparazzi going wild. he said, and cupped his hand to his mouth. "Over Catherine Deneuve. As if she were an unworthy subject. He acknowledged that everyone must think he is crazy not to photograph her. "But she isn't wearing anything interesting. he explained. And there you have it. Filming Bill was not an easy process. Aside from his allergic reaction to the spotlight in general, our significant hurdle was navigating his coveted independence. We were given a cubicle next to Bill's at the Times during the filming of the movie. We would sit there for weeks at a time sensing and anticipating his moods before broaching a cinematic need to follow him on an evening's round of parties, for example, or to interview him in his apartment, or to ask him for archival pictures. It was fine for us to film him as long as we were spontaneous about it and it did not interrupt the organic flow of his routine. If we asked him when he was going out to shoot on the street, he would deflect the question and later slip out when we weren't looking. But if we simply appeared on the street with our cameras, he would reward us with his cooperation. Over the course of filming, we developed a lovely relationship of mutual ambivalences. There were times when Bill would freely drag us to meet his neighbors or invite us to film him while having breakfast at the local deli. But, then, he wouldn't talk to us for a week at a time because we asked for his cooperation at the wrong moment. Still, he is deeply charming and inspiring and we came away from the process adoring him even more than when we began. As for Bill's feelings for us, well, long ago he began to call us Philippe and Richarde, and, to this day, we aren't sure if he does so with mockery as much as affection. Philip Gefter writes about photography for The Daily Beast. He previously wrote about the subject for The New York Times. His book of essays, Photography After Frank, was recently published by Aperture. He produced the feature-length documentary, Bill Cunningham New York, and is at work on a biography of Sam Wagstaff.
The times of bill cunningham watch full length season. The times of bill cunningham watch full length free. October 12, 2018 6:50PM PT The celebrated New York Times on-the-street fashion photographer gets a documentary portrait that movingly captures what made him unique. In “ The Times of Bill Cunningham, ” the late New York Times fashion photographer Bill Cunningham appears before us as a blissed-out aging choirboy. He sits in his small apartment, surrounded by file cabinets jammed with his work, a geek in his element, with a shock of gray hair and two jutting front teeth that give him a big rabbity smile so eager its giddy — and the thing is, he means it. That antic grin lights up the room. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is the second documentary to be made about the Times legendary on-the-street photographer and shutterbug of society, and it contains a revealing story about the first, “Bill Cunningham New York. ” That film was released in 2011, when Cunningham was in his early eighties (he died in 2016) and it was a profile made with his ardent approval and cooperation. So youd assume that he might have wanted to attend the New York premiere of it. But no. He skipped the premiere, and for good measure never bothered to see the movie. Instead, when the early spring evening that should have been his red-carpet moment was happening, Cunningham was out doing what he always did: gliding through the New York streets on his trademark bicycle, looking for ordinary people to photograph — and not-so-ordinary people, though the beauty of Cunninghams work is that he never made the distinction. He didnt see it, so he didnt make it. In one of his typical Sunday photo collages, you might encounter five different images of women on the street, each photographed wearing the same dress, all looking quite different in it, next to a shot of a celebrity strolling along in that same dress. But youd always have to do a double take before you said, “Oh, look, its Claire Danes, ” because Cunningham lent each figure the graceful mystery and radiance of a celebrity. On his weekly page, everybody was a star. Cunningham himself became a star, though only reluctantly, in the most head-ducking and self-effacing way. He thrived on being behind the camera and behind the scenes, as he had since the 1940s, when he arrived in New York from his native Boston to work at Bonwit Teller. Theres now a full-scale genre of fashion-world documentaries, a category that found its commercial niche around a decade ago, with the release of “Valentino: The Last Emperor. ” But something that has struck me over the last year is that theres a special, intoxicating quality to movies that excavate the fashion demimonde prior to the 1960s — in other words, the “Phantom Thread” era or before. It might be Warhol doing his shoe drawings in the 50s, or Cecil Beaton inventing the 30s fairy-tale kingdom according to Vogue, or (in this case) Bill Cunningham, a sharply grinning young man of the most innocent flamboyance, from a conservative working-class Irish Catholic family, coming to New York and deciding to become a milliner, all because he thought that womens hats could be like something out of a dream. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is built around an extended interview Cunningham gave in 1994 to a reporter named Mark Bozek (whos the director of the film. The interview was supposed to be 10 minutes long, but Cunningham, then 65, just kept talking. He was one of those lucky individuals whod discovered the secret of a happy existence: If you love what you do and do what you love, youll never work a day in your life. The Cunningham we meet took this ethos to a purified Buddhist extreme. He went out to shoot pictures every day, reveling in the discovery of each moment, and he got invited to some very fancy parties, but apart from that he led a spartan existence. In the 50s, he moved into one of the fabled studios above Carnegie Hall and occupied that privileged but monastic space until the day he died. It was like a highbrow version of the Chelsea Hotel, and we hear great stories about how Marlon Brando, who also had a studio there, would hide out in Cunninghams to get away from all the girls who were mobbing him, or how Cunningham rubbed shoulders with figures from Martha Graham to a naked house-guesting Norman Mailer. Cunningham speaks neurotically quickly, still with a trace of his Boston accent, and the quality he communicates is an openness to any inspiration. The secret of his photography, he says, wasnt aesthetic talent; it was closer to having a detectives eye. Thats why, on the sidewalk, he was always able to spot people like Boy George or — in a historic moment — the aging reclusive Greta Garbo, who hadnt been photographed for decades. He was a man of the moment. When Bozek asks Cunningham, late in the film, if he is ever sad about anything, without saying a word he puts his head down and silently begins to weep. Just like that. A little later, he tells us that hes thinking of all the friends he lost to AIDS. Cunningham found a place in the fashion world, working for the designers who dressed Jackie Kennedy, but it wasnt until someone gave him a camera that he found his calling. He had the talent to be a designer, but by temperament he was an observer. He first demonstrated that in his fashion-world commentary for Womens Wear Daily, which read like gossip written by someone without a catty bone in his body; it was dish served by a man who loved life. He preserved that voice in the short passages he wrote alongside the weekly street gallery that became one of the most popular and iconic destinations in the Sunday New York Times. The movie is filled with his images, many never published in the Times, and you can feel the pleasure he took in shooting each one of them. “The Times of Bill Cunningham” is only 74 minutes long, yet its a snapshot of a life that leaves you grateful for having encountered it. Cunningham insists he wasnt an artist, and in a way the movie recognizes that he was right. He was a natural photographer who anticipated the digital era, but his gift wasnt so much for crafting impeccable images. It was a talent for living that he expressed through his lens. He was a reporter who forged his own unique beat: the beauty of other people. Scarlett Johansson and Florence Pugh take center stage in the new “Black Widow” trailer that dropped at the 54th Super Bowl. Details are scarce on the next Marvel movie, directed by Cate Shortland, but new footage shows Black Widows life before she was an Avenger. Diving into the back story of Johanssons character Natasha Romanoff. Tom Cruise has made an enemy in the newest “Top Gun: Maverick” trailer, which premiered during the 54th annual Super Bowl on Sunday. “My Dad believed in you, Im not going to make the same mistake, ” says Miles Teller who is playing Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, son of Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, deceased wingman to Cruises character. The Sundance Film Festival is fighting a battle thats been building for several years, and what its fighting for can be summed up in one word: relevance. What makes a Sundance movie relevant? In a sense, the old criteria still hold. Its some combination of box-office performance, awards cachet, and that buzzy, you-know-it-when-you-see-it thing of. When Tim Bell died in London last summer, the media response was largely, somewhat sheepishly, polite: It was hard not to envision the ruthless political spin doctor still massaging his legacy from beyond the grave. “Irrepressible” was the first adjective chosen in the New York Times obituary. “He had far too few scruples about who he. After three weeks in theaters, Sonys “Bad Boys for Life” is officially the highest-grossing installment in the action-comedy series. The Will Smith and Martin Lawrence-led threequel has made 291 million globally to date, pushing it past previous franchise record holder, 2003s “Bad Boys II” and its 271 million haul. The first entry, 1995s “Bad Boys, ”. World War I story “1917” dominated the BAFTA film awards, which were awarded Sunday evening at Londons Royal Albert Hall with Graham Norton hosting. The wins for “1917” included best film, best director for Sam Mendes and outstanding British film. The awards are broadcast on the BBC in the United Kingdom and at 5 p. m. ] “1917, ” Sam Mendes World War I survival thriller, dominated at the 73rd British Academy of Film and Televisions Film Awards with seven wins including best film and best director. “Joker, ” meanwhile, which went into the BAFTAs with the most nominations, 11, won three awards including best actor for Joaquin Phoenix. “Parasite” picked up two awards.
I love this. The times of bill cunningham watch full length 1. I am happy that they included her mariachi career; I know her for that, she's amazing. Does anyone know what the interview of Bill from in the 80's is from? I'd love to be able to watch it in it's entirety. It's like what Andy said in The Devil Wears Prada: If she was a man, nobody would have anything to say. Work it, it's not a holiday HAHAHA. The times of bill cunningham watch full length video.
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