Love Affair.

So, “Just Kids”, Patti Smith’s soulful depiction of her love affair with Robert Maplethorpe has just taken me down a tearful journey of partnership and a love beyond the traditional- into a realm that combines artistry with deep mutual respect.  Her tales of extreme poverty in untamed 1970’s New York are unselfconsciously heroic.  I felt ashamed to complain about life’s little obstacles reading her descriptions of painful experiences with no self pity or apology.  One moment after she gave her baby up for adoption at 19 and sat in a raincoat eating a solitary jelly doughnut- a forbidden treat- lonely and somehow deeply poignent.  The process of identitiy creation- fearless self exploration…plus she just looked so good- with her home-spun hair cut (modeled after Keith Richards).  I particularly loved the detailed description of Maplethorpe’s artistic evolution- the magazines that he purchased with what little money he could scrape together- in search of the perfect image for a collage or painting…. before he could afford a camera to take his own photos.   I am in awe of Smith’s selfless devotion to Maplethorpe- a life long commitment that was not thwarted by sexual orientation or divergent careers.  I read the book in one day sitting in the store- weeping intermitently- she takes my breath away.

Is it just me or could Lou Doillon be the daughter they never had?

A few store shots- I just returned from treasure hunting travels and the store is newly stocked with sparkley treats…..


Givency- what???

Hey Galliano- I love love love youuuuuuuuu….