Patti smith is writing a screenplay based on her nationally lauded autobiography. I love Smith, but I'm not at all biased when I say her recounting of a lifetime spent with ground-breaking photographer Robert Mapplethorpe is one of the most heartbreakingly honest non-fiction tales I've ever come across. I don't often toss around book recommendations, but if you have any interest in the gritty, 60's/70's New York art scene (Warhol, Ginsberg, Dylan, Shepard, CBGB's, Hotel Chelsea, etc.), then this is a must read.
reblogged from Pitchfork
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