Beautifully made and edited documentary about the great New York fashion photographer Bill Cunningham.
Bill is a small, hunched, elderly, deaf man with bad teeth and a Nikon film camera round his neck. He rides his bike through the streets of New York before chaining it to a lamppost (he's had 27 bikes stolen) and taking photographs of street fashion for the New York Times. In the evenings he cycles to glittering charity events and takes photographs of the clothes. Bill doesn't care how famous you are (his dismissive of celebrities in their "free dresses"). If you are wearing interesting clothes well he will make a photograph if not he'll look elsewhere.
A private and reserved man whose only interest is in recording the evolving fashion trends. He lives a spartan life in a tiny apartment in Carnegie Hall full of filing cabinets holding all the film he has ever exposed with hundreds of books on fashion tucked into every nook and cranny. Bill knows everybody who's anybody in New York but hardly anybody knows Bill. He goes to Paris for Fashion Week and waits patiently outside one of the shows with his invitation amongst all the other photographers. It looks like there's no space for for this little old man and the security person can't find his name on the list when someone rushes out of the building and leads him in "this is the most important person in the world" Bill gets seated in the front row but he will only photograph the clothes that are interesting.
The film has cameo appearances by the New York Glitterati and some wonderfully eccentric fellow residents of Carnegie Hall but the enigma which is Bill dominates.
Finally the film lifts a small corner of Bills facade and we get a hint of the price that his monomania has exacted from his emotional life.