Éramos unos niños

It was July 1967 and they were children, but from then on Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe sealed a friendship that would only end with the death of the great photographer in 1989. This is what this splendid memoir talks about, about the life in common of these artists, both enthusiastic and passionate, who strode across the outskirts of New York to reach the nerve center of the new art. That is how they ended up settling in the Chelsea hotel and became the protagonists of a world now lost where Allen Ginsberg, Andy Warhol and their boys reigned, and the great music bands that marked the final years of the 20th century were created, while AIDS was raging.