oscarprgirl:

sundays belong to Bill.

In Bill We Trust

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dnatheshop:

Halston 1981 

Wow, I’m breathless. That photographic print is stunning. The entire scheme—colors, accessories—it’s like Easter Sunday mornin’ grandma couture.

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Days at 1420 when the sky’s cloudless ‘n’ gorgeous are the greatest. Openness, blue skies, leaves everywhere; trouble-making is certainly to be had, especially with my cohort-in-crime.

Trailer: Bill Cunningham, New York

I will continue to post this trailer until every single one of my followers has given in and seen this film. This is, by far, one of my favorite movies I’ve ever seen, mainly because Bill Cunningham is a man I will never not be enamored with. Eighty years old and still snapping along, Mr. Cunningham paints a visual portrait of the New York style scene daily. After years of shooting in the business, he’s befriended both couture junkies and street style luminaries all over, from Iris Apfel (0:46) and Annette de la Renta to kids in the middle of intersections. His personal beliefs and lifestyle may be even more interesting than the work he does, though; Bill’s simple day-to-day, at a glance, includes living in a one-room apartment without utilities (“Who needs a kitchen or a bathroom?!” he often exclaims), biking everywhere (he’s currently on his 29th bike), and wearing the same cobalt blue plastic poncho every day (“If everyone dressed like a slob like me, it’d be a pretty dreary world”). I could watch this movie over and over til I’m Bill’s age, and never fall a bit out of love with it.

naifpanicscares:

Bill is an amazing person, almost as cute as my grandfather, his neighbors are incredible, and this is his 29th bike.