My Nights With Robert Mapplethorpe
I had a few late-night prowls with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, which usually started at an East Village dive bar and spiraled downward (or upward) from there. Because I kiss-and-tease but do not kiss-and-tell, what happened in the wee hours I’ll keep to myself. All I’ll say is that I wouldn’t have missed those nights for the world. As tonight’s HBO documentary — “Mapplethorpe: A Look at the Pictures” — reminds us, Robert’s photos have not lost their power to shock the prim and proper. I’ll be tuning in — will you?
