Bill Cunninghan died this week,
and the fashion world is poorer for it.
He was a milliner in his youth.
Turned to photography later in life.
I met him at Ellen Backer’s apartment on east 74th street, at a party in the late 1970’s and then saw him around town over the years.
Last Summer I ran into him again, out on Governor’s Island.
He noticed I was taking his picture—-something he never appreciated—-and shooed me off with the back of his hand right after I grabbed this shot of him eating his lunch.
Another wonderful part of old New York is behind us.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Cunningham.