Tuesday, April 19, 2011

countdown to Friday, Friday gotta get down on Friday

all right, now we're starting the countdown to this Fridays showing of Bill Cunningham New York at the Crest. It's part of the Crest and Verge Center for the Arts quarterly film screening series, so some of the proceeds go to benefit the Verge. Your 15 bucks will get you into the trunk sale beforehand, starting at 630, which has lots of local sellers including Bows and Arrows, Thunderhorse, and other local designers. Also, Hailey Bop is Djing, so have a brew and listen to her way-out tunes. Then, the wonderful, wonderful film is at 8. Afterwards, a panel discussion with some local fashion bloggers including Citizen Rosebud and Juniper James.

Even the trailer makes me tear up!
Here's Iris Apfel, who is in the film because Bill Cunningham always photographs her. Pretty badass.Movies are more fun if you don't read too much about them, however, almost every review of this film has been stellar. Here's one from the Times.

Wow, high praise indeed. Here's a little excerpt from the review that doesn't give anything away:

In an essay in The New York Review of Books shortly after J. D. Salinger’s death, Michael Greenberg described Salinger’s characters as being what Tolstoy called “aristocrats of the spirit” whose “quest is for an almost impossible purity that drives them away from the workaday world, toward a dangerous, self-burying seclusion.” Mr. Cunningham could easily be the eighth Glass sibling, and the other seven would be glad to have him.

2 comments:

sarah said...

what a great picture of iris apfel! totally excited about friday!!

Liv Moe said...

this quote from Huffpo is one of my favorites thus far:

"It happened behind a podium at an award ceremony in France. Cunningham, awarded by the nation to receive the honor of Chevalier dans l’ordre des Arts et des Lettres, could hardly keep still at his own party—by nature he is not a guest. As with any other gala, he dressed for work and shot photographs of the clothes he found lovely.

When he finally took the stage to accept the title, a medal newly pinned to his scruffy lapel, he spoke a little in English and a little in French. He didn’t say much until, suddenly, his voice faltered. “It is as true today as it ever was,” he said, and then he began to sob: “He who seeks beauty will find it." The theater fell silent. "