This week I'm feeling very much on edge by our times that are a-changin'. I've been talking about a revolution for a while now. Of course, the revolution that's been hounding me is that of a tile revolution. But this week as I've been tracking the progress of the Occupy Wall Street momentum and then today as I took in the news of the passing of Steve Jobs, I'm feeling like our globe's tumbly is a little bit rumbly.
For the sad news, I was surprised by how "off" I felt when learning of Job's passing. I was thrown, wondering who else would stand as the big granddaddy of invention and tantrum-style commitment to the details of life. Who is that champion now?? For what it's worth I was never a die-hard mac user, but I sure did love hearing of Jobs' blind devotion to design. How fortunate that great product vision was a part of all his demanding aesthetic.
And as for the Occupy Wall Street protests that are gaining strength daily, whether you lean pro or against their stance, you can at least feel something very important in the fight for America. Could it be the energy of our own American Spring? Wouldn't we all agree we need one!?
Last week I was very moved by a wonderful documentary on the wonderful Bill Cunningham, aptly titled Bill Cunningham. I've been anxious to tell all of you to run out and watch it, and then this week's news stories seemed to create a triumvirate of similar ideology. I hope you all can sit down with a bowl of popcorn and take in the wonders of Cunningham's life- one that is completely devoted to a unique and singular vision not motivated by greed or a bottom-line strategy.
Below is a sneak peak of the documentary. AND below that is Pattern Girl's story of her own encounter with Bill Cunningham!!
From Erin-
OK here is my Bill Cunningham story:
It was 1989 in Soho, a sun filled NYC winter day. As I was strolling with my oh so dapper boyfriend at the time, a man with a camera came running right in front of me, knelt down and started taking photos of me. He was on one knee bowing almost laying on the street intent on getting the right angle. I was wearing a black hat from London and a black coat, men's oxford shoes, that I still wear to this day and black pants.
My boyfriend said, wow that was Bill Cunningham who just took your photo.I shrugged it off and forgot all about it.
Then one Sunday when my MOM was in town visiting me, we were drinking our morning coffee reading the NYC Sunday times.She opened up the STYLE section, and her eyes became huge. ERIN, she squawked, you are in the style section. It was in a segment titled "the young immigrant" street section. The picture was big, and the timing was, well, perfect.
THANK YOU Bill Cunningham for showing my mother, I was right where I needed to be...NYC.