PATTI SMITH. I admire this woman with all my heart and soul. Her words are effortlessly magical poetry and she writes with candor. No frills, no bells, no whistles. She recollects her story and gives you every juicy detail, from the clothing worn to the words exchanged, even the feeling and smell is grasped as you sift through the pages of her memoir, Just Kids. This autobiographical tale spans the intermingled lives of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe–as two misfit kids who just wanted to express and share their art, their vision, with the rest of NYC, with the rest of the world. Living in tiny apartments off of scarce resources the two find love, magic, beauty, friendship, pain, suffering, happiness, entertainment and beyond, in the lavish and frenzied streets of the late 60’s and early 70’s NYC scene. Finally settling at the ever infamous Hotel Chelsea, the pair moves forward with their self discovery, feeding off of the scene and most importantly off of each other, sharing an electric chemistry that goes far beyond sexual and enters the realm of instinctual and spiritual. This book is a treasure to read.
Here you will find a few pictures of the duo, pre-fame. The look is so gritty, so real and yet so avant-garde. Balancing on a fine line of disastrous and remarkable, all the while paving the way for a forward approach in thinking and creating… Hope you read this moving memoir. NOW, delight in the pics…. xxoo, StonerChíc