I just finished reading Just Kids by Patti Smith. The book is about her coming-of-age through the prism of the symbiotic relationship she shared with Robert Mapplethorpe. I don’t have anything like the same acuity for art that Smith does. But her sense of art--almost as if she is the medium--is mesmerizing to take in, and she writes in a way that's completely accessible.
And it's a ripping good yarn.
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