"My dear, it’s not work; it’s pleasure."
-Bill Cunningham
I wanna write 'til I drop. I don't wanna write at my current pace; I wanna continually top myself. If my writing plateaus, it may as well be going backward. I don't ever wanna be inactive. Yeah, I'm a workaholic—if writing can be considered work, that is—but I think it's important to have a passion, and to remain active in the pursuit of that passion, no matter your age. I also think it's important to have inspirations, lest you lose your way and forget the joy of the pursuit.
As you know from the ode to Paul Erdos I included in my Sunset Blvd. review, this speed-adled mathematician is one of my biggest workaholism influences. Of course, I've got a thing for any oldster who continues creating well past retirement age. These people always inspire me. No matter what their fields, if smart people continue doing smart people things while other folks their age are hammocking it up, I know there's hope for me to do likewise.
Which is why I loved the hell out the documentary Bill Cunningham New York: a chronicling of 80-something fashion photagrapher Bill Cunningham. Now, I've never cared about fashion. I don't know from fashion. In fact, until I learned of this movie, I had never heard of Bill Cunningham. I still don't have an interest in fashion, but I love the hell out of Bill Cunningham. More importantly, I've got another active old folk to add to my inspiration list.
[The trailer:]
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2 comments:
I heard about this film from another blogger several months ago, finally saw it, and I ended up putting it in my list of the top 10 films of 2011. It's a great presentation of the man, who I had never heard about before this film.
Yeah, I so did not expect to like this given that I have no interest in fashion, but it was so enjoyable.
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