Look at this great piece on Patti Smith and her photos: http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/14/requiem-lass/?smid=fb-nytimes&WT.mc_id=TM-SM-E-FB-SM-LIN-RLC-101711-NYT-NA&WT.mc_ev=click
I love how she obsesses over certain artists and writers. She’s like “OMG, Rimbaud actually had this spoon in his mouth, so it must be important”. No, I’m kidding. But I absolutely understand why she photographs these things. It is very logical to me why someone would want a picture of Virginia Woolf’s bed. I would want a picture of Virginia Woolf’s bed. I would hang it on the wall, and find it soothing to watch. I would find it inspiring, and feel like she was there with me, like her aura was still attached to the bed.
Makes me remember the Kafka shrine I used to have beside my bed when I was fifteen. For years I fell asleep looking at his face.