were children - Smith, Patti Lumen
Synopsis
was the summer when Coltrane died. "The hippies raised their hands empty and China detonated the hydrogen bomb. Jimi Hendrix set fire to his guitar in Monterrey." It was the summer of love. And in this changing climate, inhospitable, a chance meeting changed the course of my life was the summer I met Robert Mapplethorpe. It happened in July 1967 and were just children, but from then on Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe sealed a friendship that only death would end the great photographer, in 1989. That speaks a splendid memoir of the life together of two artists, two enthusiastic and passionate, great strides have crossed the outskirts of New York to get to the heart of the new art. It was and ended up staying in the Chelsea Hotel and became the protagonists in a world today where there was lost and Allen Ginsberg, Andy Warhol and his boys, and big bands created music that marked the fi nal years of the twentieth century while AIDS was raging. Far from being a sad and nostalgic book, were about children is a tribute to friendship without hindrance, and its pages full of vitality and humor us back a taste of this great city where there a time when almost anything was possible.
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