Patti Smith's autobiography of her and Robert Mapplethorpe took my breath away with it's simplistic beauty and inspiring essence.
The book takes you to New York in the late 60s to early 70s and explores Smith's love/friendship with Robert Mapplethorpe. Smith is a remarkable woman with an obvious way with words and poetry as she conjures up a hard life on the streets of Manhatten.
The book follows how they meet on her first day in NY as if they were fated to be in each others lives. On the third time they meet she learns his name is Bob and asks if she can call him Robert.
It is a modern tale of starving artists, and their adventures take them for a brief but profitable stay at the Chelsea Hotel. Slowly things get better for them and they find their voices through their art; Mapplethorpe with collages then photography and Smith with poetry to guitar.
It is a beautifully written insight into the lives of two people who would become very influential in shaping something truly wonderful for history.
I loved every page in this book and inspired me into writing frenzies.
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