While I was on holidays in Switzerland, my friend lent me a copy of 'Just Kids' by Patti Smith. I was dubious, as I'm not the biggest fan of autobiographies. I absolutely loved it. Patti Smith's writing, particularly her attention to detail, whether it was what the colour of the hotel room walls were, or what she and Robert Mapplethorpe were wearing when they met Bob Dylan, was absolutely perfect.
I Googled her as soon as I got home too see some more photos of her (there are a few dotted sporadically around in the book).
All I want to do now is run away to New York with a beautiful boy and wear incredible jewellery with oversized shirts and tight jeans.