"There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile." (1)
It would be impossible, I suspect, to read Just Kids and not fall in love, even just a little bit, with Patti Smith. Although the book is a heartbreaking memoir and tribute to Robert Mapplethorpe, a love story, a tale of poverty and of New York in the 1960s and 70s, it is the remarkable author around which the whole story pivots: her curiosities, the development of her tastes, her life in art. And although she pays homage to Mr. Mapplethorpe, it is Patti's story that keeps shining through on these pages and, much like her music, haunts you long after reading.
1. Smith, Patti. Just Kids. 60.