Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe became enmeshed forever after she unleashed an imperative to him: “Run!”
It’s not surprising to learn, but she and Mapplethorpe spent their early years wandering as one perfect organism. When they only had money for a single museum ticket, one would wait outside while the other took in everything on the inside in order to report back. They searched for Mallomars on Myrtle Avenue when they had no money because they were Mapplethorpe’s favorites. And they inhabited that space in New York that must have become so necessary to those with nowhere in which to stay still, that space where coincidence and chance are the only things, really, worth paying any mind because they’ll always get you somewhere, in the end.