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Mission Impossible?

July 12, 2012

So I’m back in New York.  5 days and 2 sightings of my man, Bill Cunningham.

On the initial spotting I was so proud of my superb luck; first day on the job, two ticks from the front door of the office and…voilà!  To my dismay, I have since learned that he’s usually hanging about on the corner of 57th and 5th looking for the day’s chic right about the time that I’m heading in to work.

So, what to do when you’re frequenting the same spots as New York Times fashion photographers?  Get snapped by Mr. C.

But how?


The first day I engaged him in conversation with a jovial “Good Morning!” and a smile.  Nada.  On the second, after eyeing him from a block away, I thought quickly, elegantly held the long, mint green hippie skirt, and struck, yes, a slightly awkward, pose as I waited for the light to change in the crosswalk.  Nope.  Both encounters Billy Boy, wide, toothy grin and camera hanging around his neck, made absolutely no movement towards a shot.

What does one have to do to be one of New York City’s finest?

Have no fear!  I will make this mission possible.


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