The Radical Hope of Patti Smith

Pieter Hugo Patti Smith isn’t writing. “It won’t last that long,” she tells me. “But it’s been a while. It’s been a few weeks. And I’m in a state of that nothingness.” We’re drinking tea at a table in her hotel room in Paris. She pauses as church bells ring out from across the Seine, reaching us through the open window. “See?” she says with a laugh, gesturing to the sound that has arrived seemingly to underscore her words with divine authority. “He knows.” We’re talking about one page in her latest book, A Book of Days, a volume of… Read Full Article