Bill Cunningham, one of the original street-style photographers died on Saturday in Manhattan.

I met him in Paris on several occasions. We were both on the same quest….capturing the excitement of Fashion Week. From years of experience, he knew the who’s who, had all the show addresses (many big houses keep theirs secret), had front row seats (sometimes he was content just to photograph the comings and goings), and ALWAYS, come rain or shine, wore his blue signature shirt. He stood a little stooped (who wouldn’t at 87), had crooked teeth, and a smile that crept up to his eyes. If you said “hi”, he didn’t respond because, like most photographers on the job, the shot takes precedence over everything. Dedicated, humble, never pushy, always carefully selecting his subject, he was an original and I will truly miss him.