Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Letter from Patti Smith
November 4, 2006
It is 8 a.m. and I write from the breakfast room of the City Hotel in Buenos Aires. When I awoke I immediately remembered that it was Robert Mapplethorpe's birthday. I wished him Happy Birthday and lay there thinking that for 2/3 of my life I have awoken on this day with a birthday greeting for him on the forefront of my breath. Today feels somewhat special as today Robert would have turned sixty years old.
I am certain he would have thrown a wonderful party. There would be Dom Perignon for everyone. He would be quite excited as he dressed in just the right shirt and cufflinks with an absolute Proustian ardor, as Swann.
He was, indeed, in love. With his work, his possessions, his beauty, his life. And it is that excitement and vigor that I shall conduct myself today. Read More
For those of you who may not be familiar with his work, he did many erotic photos. But he also had other subjects and flowers were favorites that now show up on posters, etc.
