

On Basquiat’s love of both jazz and women: Below are three scenes of his life, as sketched by Clement. She paired up with Basquiat shortly thereafter. And as Basquiat became the New York art scene’s enfant terrible, Suzanne served as his muse, mother, and lover, struggling to sustain the both of them. She earned the moniker “Widow Basquiat” years before the artist’s death by drug overdose in 1988. Clement’s book follows Basquiat’s road to genius through Mallouk’s eyes - one lined with excessive drug use, endless nights, strangers, and moments of sheer excess - Mallouk says Basquiat was known to sometimes flutter bills into the street from his limousine. Mallouk moved to New York City from Ontario, Canada, on Valentine’s Day of 1980. In Jennifer Clement’s book Widow Basquiat, she takes the personal narrative of her friend Suzanne Mallouk - who was a longtime lover of Basquiat ’ s - and weaves it into a slender and poetic novella. But we rarely get a more intimate glimpse into his more private domestic life. Most of us have seen how his meteoric rise as an artist was turned into a film by Julian Schnabel, starring Jeffrey Wright as Basquiat and David Bowie as Andy Warhol. If there is one artist who has created an almost cultlike fascination around every dimension of his life, it would be Jean-Michel Basquiat. Suzanne Mallouk and Jean-Michel Basquiat.*
