“In 1967, a 20-year-old college dropout and former factory worker who had recently given up her newborn daughter for adoption packed a suitcase with drawing pencils, Arthur Rimbaud’s Illuminations and a waitress’ uniform and moved to New York City to become an artist. She met another artist there, an ex-altar boy. They fell in love and became lifelong collaborators and muses. Before Robert Mapplethorpe died on March 9, 1989, Patti Smith promised him she would tell their story. Just Kids is, at last, her account of this intense, historic relationship. It’s worth every moment of the wait.”
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