I did also send an email from their site, it took them 6 days to respond to only tell me that they didn't have a subscription in the name I gave them, I sent an email back and have rcvd no response. I also tried calling the other number listed. We figured we would call the 1800 number listed on site, but it doesn't matter what time of day you call, no one answers. We received the initial package back in Dec, but nothing since. Review: My GF and I ordered a 2 yr subscription in Nov or Dec 2012. We look forward to receiving a valid address to re-ship your order to. We wish you had waited for us to come back into the office so we could have settled this with you directly and amicably.
We are more than happy to re-ship your order again for you, free of charge, if you would please provide a correct name and shipping address so your package does make it to your doorstep. We are thankful that you contacted us so we know now that you did not receive your item. This order should have been received some time ago and it seems you have still not received your package. Your Order # was shipped out on Augvia Media Mail to, Silver Spring, MD 20901. This is the reason you have been getting a recording at the office, which states we are with a customer or out of the office on expedition. We have been out of the office for several weeks and this is the first we have heard of this issue.
We would like to apologize for the misunderstanding. As a consequence, I was unable to deliver this gift.Desired Settlement: Delivery of order. I left messages with contact information, but my calls were not returned. I called the company about the status of my order. My credit card has been charged $28.50 for the product + SH. He was America’s national treasure.Review: On AugI ordered a product from the company's website (Ancient Gold Flyer Replica) which was supposed to be a gift. In 2008, France’s Ministry of Culture anointed him an Officer of the Order of Arts and Letters. I suspect he didn’t always remember everyone’s names, but his cheery “Hello, young fella” was the most heartwarming salutation I can think of.īill exemplified everything about the fashion world that is to be cherished and celebrated, and he has gifted posterity a unique archive-a document in pictures of half a century of the evolving world of fashion, and the style of the tastemakers who both shaped and embodied it. When he was relocated from the Carnegie Hall apartment his first act was to remove the kitchen in his new place to provide more storage for his astonishing archive, much of which was installed under his bed.īill seduced everyone with his manners and his infectious enthusiasm: Haughty grande dames melted before his kindly lens swaggering club kids swooned at his attentions and the consecration of being immortalized by his exacting camera.
The filmmakers Richard Press and Philip Gefter’s 2010 documentary Bill Cunningham New York revealed Bill’s idiosyncratic approach to work and living. “We all dress for Bill,” Vogue’s Anna Wintour once said. He was a contemporary Lartigue, capturing well-heeled philanthropists at play, and ardent fashionistas dressed for work or shopping. He would chuckle with glee at a slow-moving Rei Kawakubo pageant, and photograph up a frenzy at an Iris van Herpen or Threeasfour show. Well into his eighties, Bill maintained a child’s delight in the wonder and magic of fashion at its most inventive, provocative, and ground-breaking. (“If you don’t take money,” he once explained, “they can’t tell you what to do, kid.”) Try as one might there was absolutely no question that his unimpeachable editorial integrity could be sullied by accepting our offer of a car to collect him.
When I cohosted an event for the New York City Opera in a magnificent Stanford White building on the Columbia campus one year, Bill politely explained that it would be too far for him to cycle, and so regrettably he would not be able to cover the evening for The Times. He would only document social events that were fundraisers for charitable and philanthropic causes, and every evening he bicycled valiantly from venue to venue to do so, clad in his trademark French workman’s smock. His scrupulous editorial standards of both content and comportment were old world.