As part of this week’s Style issue — featuring none other than Michelle Obama on the cover (David Brooks will no doubt be thrilled to note that the illustrated version of “thunder and and lightning” have been “put away”) — the New Yorker profiles the city’s original sartorialist Bill Cunningham, who is as much a staple of the Sunday Styles as the wedding announcements. (Also, this is sort of genius.)
The full article is only available to registered users (meaning! if you have a subscription you can access their digital reader online. Go here. Also, not that long ago we would have complained heartily about this, now it sort of just feels like practice). But here’s a taste…in case you were wondering how he decides on his colors.
A few summers ago, on upper Fifth Avenue, Bill Cunningham spotted a woman in her seventies, with a corona of laundry-detergent blue hair. Every day for a month after that, whenever he saw something cerulean or aqua or azure, he snapped a picture of it.