These photos of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe make me want to cut my hair, string together some feathers, rethink my entire (colorful) wardrobe, and pick up a guitar.
"Just Kids," Smith's memoir recounting her relationship with Mapplethorpe, came out early last year. (As with most good things, I'm a little late to the game on this one.) I'm normally a fairly fast reader, zipping through a book in a matter of days, but I've lingered on this one - I love disappearing into the New York of the Seventies: the hallways of the Chelsea Hotel, Max's Kansas City, the Coney Island boardwalk. I don't want it to end. Some days, a good book feels like a good friend.
Photos by Judy Linn and Norman Seeff, via Interview Magazine.