When I got the CB2 Lenny Kravitz catalog I almost wet myself. I have had a hardcore lifestyle crush on LK since 1991. He was the cassette tape soundtrack to my European backpack summer trip. It was me, my college roommate and LK on the walkman. We laughed. We cried. We shared earbuds. We were robbed on the sleeper train between Barcelona and Marseille. But that is a story for another time.
It is now 2015 and I am no less in love with the idea of being LK. I don't even care that he recently split his leathers and showed us his *Sunday dinner. I want it all. The hair. The piercings. The tats. The booties. Everything in his fake apartment.
Yes, Lenny. I'm going to go your way.
Love,
Kristen
*meat and two veg
