I am currently reading Patti Smith's memoir "Just Kids" which narrates the early years of the singer-songwriter, poet and visual artist and her relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe ( who comes to terms with his homosexuality during this time) as they struggle on the streets of New York City, in the late 60s early 70s, capturing the evolution of two young bohemians as they grow into artists. Her writing is so honest and poetic it captured my attention right away and I cannot stop reading. To complement this, I also purchased the book "Patti Smith 1969-1976" composed by black and white photographs of the two young artist when they posed for friend Judy Linn during that period. Those images have inspired numerous other photo shoots. The Strand in New York City has a bunch of copies autographed by Patti Smith herself, snatch one while you can.
"Patti Smith has graced us with a poetic masterpiece, a rare and privileged invitation to unlatch a treasure chest never before breached."
"Oh, take their picture,"
said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists."
"Oh, go on," he shrugged."They're just kids."