Posted on January 20 2018
“What will happen to us?” I asked.
“There will always be us,” he answered.
A long time ago, Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethrope were just kids. Just kids with dreams so big it scared them, with a hope that endured against all odds, and a love that stood the test of time.
In true Bonnie and Clyde fashion, Smith plots the never-before-seen and beautifully intricate trajectory of her relationship with photographer and artist Robert Mapplethorpe (1946-1989) in a wealth of vivid detail through moments they shared and the many artists, musicians, and artworks they came to love together in the epochal days of New York City and the Chelsea Hotel in the late sixties and seventies.
Part-love story, part-elegy, Smith’s personal account of Mapplethorpe paints a picture of the many faces of love that endures even in a world as disturbed and jaded like our own, and how this love can bind two hearts over and in spite of distance and time. With a dash of hope, adventure, and youthful innocence, Just Kids revives the hopeless romantic hidden away within each of us that once beared, believed, hoped, and endured all things.
This is a story of a love that holds together, falls apart, turns, strays, yet that eventually finds itself back to the kids from yesterday who once had and somehow always will have, our heads in the clouds and the world at our feet.
In this poor yet beautiful world, we are, after all, just kids.