Showing posts with label High Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High Fashion. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2011

A Documentary Film Tribute to Photographer Bill Cunningham

Bill Cunningham
(b. 1928)


Bill Cunningham New York

by Chuleenan Svetvilas


Bill Cunningham had no interest in participating in a film project. The 80-year-old photographer has been documenting fashion with his camera for nearly five decades. Though he has become famous over the years, he leads a very private life and shuns publicity. Director Richard Press says it took him ten years to make Bill Cunningham New York: eight years to convince Cunningham, who is a friend, and two years to shoot and edit the film.


Luckily, Press was able to gain Cunningham’s trust and the results are delightful. The director unobtrusively follows the photographer by day as he travels about New York City on his bicycle, shooting numerous photos of what people are wearing, darting across a busy street to take a picture, waiting for something interesting to capture. The director takes the lead from the photographer -- staying in the background, taking care not to disturb him as he works -- and through this approach, gradually reveals the essence of Cunningham’s commitment and a fascinating portrait of a man with an irrepressible joie de vivre.


Cunningham’s singular focus on his subject is riveting to watch. He’s like a photographer in the wild stalking his prey except that he’s running after a glimpse of an interesting skirt, an unusual shoe or a stylish drape of fabric. Though he has been doing this job for years, he still marvels at the clothes he sees and thrills to see an elegantly dressed woman. Some of these photos will eventually appear in his weekly “On the Street” column for the New York Times.


A charming man with a ready smile, Cunningham claims there is no short cut to capturing the “fashion show on the street.” So he’s outside everyday in all kinds of weather with his camera in hand to see what people are wearing. Remarkably, his day doesn’t end when the sun goes down; at night he’s off on his bicycle to document any number of benefits and galas to photograph the attendees and performers. These images will appear in his other weekly Times column “Evening Hours.” The film chronicles one of his nightly jaunts. Clearly, Cunningham is very fit. His stamina and dedication to his profession is obvious in each of his scenes.


The documentary also includes interviews with people who have appeared in his columns over the years as well as a few of their photo spreads. Press filmed a former diplomat wearing many different outfits cut from very colorful fabrics, discusses his clothes and why he thought Cunningham photographed them. In another interview, a young man wearing dramatic eye makeup and a striking hat that matches his suit recalls the moment a friend told him that an entire “On the Street” column had been devoted solely to his clothes and hats. Press also speaks with Iris Apfel, an octegenarian with an extravagant and outrageous sense of style; Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue, who says “We all get dressed for Bill”; and Tom Wolfe, a writer known for his sartorial trademark, the white suit. They all have great respect and admiration for Cunningham but know little about his personal life.


Additional details about the reserved photographer gradually emerge and he comes across as a man with immense integrity and one who truly loves his work. When he’s deciding which events to attend at night, he says his only consideration is the foundation or organization that is benefiting from the event, not the guest list. The film shows him photographing such an event and refusing a repeated offer of food and drink because that would compromise the newspaper. He’s simply there to do his job, not to socialize.


Before his position at the New York Times, we discover that he was a photographer with the fashion trade magazine Women’s Wear Daily. He once shot photos showing models wearing designer outfits and juxtaposed them with everyday women wearing a combination of clothes similar to the models. His intention was to show that women on the street had creativity similar to fashion designers. However, unbeknownst to Cunningham, WWD chose to mock their clothing. So he quit, appalled that his photos would be used to disrespect the women.


The documentary also provides an eye-opening view into Cunningham’s home, a very small studio in Carnegie Hall crammed so full of file cabinets containing his negatives that there’s barely enough room for his narrow bed. He gives the director a “tour” of his place, which has no kitchen or bathroom and his few clothes are on hangers hooked on handles of his file cabinets. This startling scene illustrates just how deeply committed he is to his work. He doesn’t have room for anything but photography in his life. And the documentary makes it clear that he wouldn’t have it any other way.


Cunningham makes fun of the fact that he documents fashion for a living yet has few clothes himself. But he does have his own sense of practical style, wearing his own everyday uniform of a sort – a plain blue jacket worn by street sweepers in Paris.


Towards the end of the documentary, Press follows Cunningham to Paris as he attends Fashion Week. The veteran photographer likes to sit on the side, rather than at the end of the catwalk where all the other photographers position themselves so they can take frontal shots of the models as they strike their final pose. Cunningham would rather watch the models stride by him and shoot how the clothes look when they walk. He says Fashion Week “re-educates the eye.” But he’s also in Paris to accept the Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters. True to form, Cunningham brings his camera to the event and takes pictures. A woman asks him why he’s “working” and shouldn’t he just be enjoying the event? But he says it’s not work, it’s fun.


The only awkward moments arise at the end when an off-screen voice asks Cunningham about his sexuality and how important the church is to his life. Earlier in the documentary he’s asked about his family and his life before he became a photographer but the film never delves very deeply into his early life. Nearly all the interviews are with people who have some connection to his work as a photographer. The focus is on the man today and it works because Cunningham is a unique individual with an utterly engaging personality. Cunningham’s admiration for his subjects and his joy in the work is palpable in every frame.


This article was originally published in the Fall 2010 issue of DOX magazine. The film is currently playing at New York's Film Forum and will be opening at various theaters around the country in April 2011.


Chuleenan Svetvilas is a writer and editor in Berkeley, California. Her writings on film have appeared in Alternet, Documentary, DOX, Mother Jones, The Panopticon Review, and Soccer vs. the State: Tackling Football and Radical Politics, edited by Gabriel Kuhn (PM Press).

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Iconic Beauty of Tennis Phenom Venus Williams





All,

Venus Ebone Starr Williams born June 17, 1980 is not only an extraordinary tennis player and one of my absolute favorite athletes in the United States but is also one of the most beautiful women in the world. Finally there is a major new book of photographs that does this inspiring and truly iconic figure of African American culture justice--both on and off the court...BTW: Don't forget to see this champion play at Wimbledon in England beginning June 23.

Kofi

 
From The Times
London
 

June 7, 2008  
The fashion rebirth of Venus Williams


When fashion photographer Koto Bolofo spotted tennis star Venus Williams in a London street, he saw in her a grace and elegance that none had captured before. The result: a book of revelatory images of the world's most iconic female tennis player

By Hilary Rose

To most people, Venus Williams is the Amazonian tennis player, who has won Wimbledon four times, with a whomping serve and muscle-bound limbs that go on for ever. Yet, as a new book of photographs shows, she also has an astonishing elegance and beauty.

The book, Venus Williams, is a collaboration between the tennis player and South African-born photographer Koto Bolofo. The two first met four years ago when he spotted her walking down the street in London.

"I turned a corner in Covent Garden and there was this tall, beautiful black woman," remembers Bolofo, "and I thought, 'I fancy her!' I'd never seen such a graceful woman. She was wearing a bright fluorescent pink raincoat and stood out like a sore thumb." Bolofo contacted her agent, suggesting the project. He had wanted to photograph her ever since he watched her win Wimbledon on the TV. "There was such a strength of woman in her," he says. "I had never seen anyone like this. She was like a gazelle, so pure. But I wanted to photograph her my way - not as a sports star with lots of muscles, but as a woman."

"He wanted to work with me, a lowly tennis player!" is Williams's self-mocking take on the matter. "He saw something in me that no one else has ever seen, the side that's classic tennis player, with elegance and grace."

The two became friends and did a few magazine shoots together, including one for Italian Vogue. But Bolofo wanted more: he wanted to do a book. He had "a vision", Williams says, of doing a chronicle of her life.

"I thought the photographs I'd seen of Venus were missing the point," he says. "I wanted to say, 'This is a woman, not a sports machine.' I wanted to make an art book of a beautiful woman, not just someone who whacked a ball around."

Over the next three years, while Williams, now 27, toured the world, Bolofo tailed her, popping up in London, Istanbul, Paris and New York with photographic suggestions, a small team of helpers and a rack of clothes. He took inspiration from the Jacques Henri Lartigue photographs of junior tennis champion Suzanne Lenglen in 1915: the shot of Williams dancing round the court in a ball dress was one of the first they collaborated on. "Lartigue captured that sense of social class with a spontaneity and energy," says Bolofo. "That was the foundation of the book."

Then there are the Josephine Baker-inspired shots, taken in Paris when she was playing in the French Open. "I remember seeing clips of Josephine Baker doing the funky chicken sort of dance," says Bolofo. "The shots of Venus in the beret and with the dumbbells are a modern interpretation of that." Williams herself sums up the dumbbells shot by saying, "Surreal. I like that a lot."

Sometimes it was just Williams in jeans and a vest, strolling round Paris with Bolofo, doing her own hair and make-up, taking photographs wherever they fancied; other shots were more staged. Williams is an ardent fan of fashion, and the book itself is being launched with a swanky party hosted by Ralph Lauren, which is the official outfitter to Wimbledon and is clearly delighted to support a stylish celebration of a sporting icon. However, she was content to let Bolofo direct her. "I respect him so much. I just couldn't wait to find out what his next ideas were. It was just easy," she says of the process. "It was go with the flow, laid back." During the sessions they would talk about everything - photography, tennis, Africa, children. And is Bolofo a tennis fan? "He is now," she jokes.

But Williams finds that away from the camera she no longer enjoys the rigmarole of red-carpet events, such as the recent Costume Institute Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. She says she spends most of her time wearing her own clothing line, EleVen (named after a childhood home address), which is brightly coloured sports/casualwear. "Event" dressing is no longer the fun it used to be. "I can hardly sit still long enough for all the hair and make-up," she says. "There are so many things I have to do that there doesn't seem to be enough time to get it all done."

As for tennis, she'll be defending her Wimbledon title this year. "I love playing there. I love winning there," she says. But is she going to win? She laughs raucously. "That's always the plan."

Venus Williams by Koto Bolofo, published by Steidl, is available exclusively from Ralph Lauren, New Bond Street, London W1, from June 19. Williams will be writing exclusively for The Times Sport during Wimbledon