reblogging so I can show my friend later
Patti Smith is the proto-punk goddess whose music is fierce, but hardly every listener’s cup of tea. Robert Mapplethorpe was a photographer whose most famous works were pictures of nude men, often depicted in sexually explicit poses and masochistic acts. I like some edgy things, but neither of these artists really do much for me, and a more conservative person might run the other way. I’m not even a huge fan of their scene, where style and innovation seem to matter more than substance, but I’ve always been curious about those magical moments in history where a group of creative people find each other and use the energy of their meeting to create something new.
Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids, captures just such a time perfectly. Smith came to New York in 1967 after giving up a baby to adoption upstate. She was young and looking for a fresh…
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