Bill Cunningham worked as discreetly as he could. “My whole thing is to be invisible,” he wrote in 2002. “You get more natural pictures that way, too.” But while he looked for subjects, his subjects also looked for him. After his death on Saturday at age 87, we asked New York Times readers to share their sightings — and personal photos — of Mr. Cunningham on the streets of New York City and beyond. The responses have been edited for clarity and length.

For a model on the runway, he was always on the right side of the runway. For a model doing go-sees, he was on Seventh Avenue after the shows to catch us girls in groups, and the society women.

We all knew that he liked it best if you didn’t look at him and the camera, and we would all give him his shot. And then we would always break down and call out to him, “Hi, Bill!” and he would answer back, “Hi, kids.” My heart has held him from the very first time we smiled at each other through the lens of a camera. He was our muse as much as we were his.