Those cobblestones have been through some serious shit, but I bet they were not prepared for the kind of heat they felt when Lenny Kravitz stepped out wearing an ensemble you thought only existed in Grace Jones or Bill Kaulitz’ closet. Nope, Lenny has joined the game.
The sight of anyone in leather wedge boots and leather pants would make me reach for a vial of Tim Gunn’s blessed saliva, but Lenny Kravitz can wear whatever the hell he wants.
When Lenny struts his ass in leather wedge boots, everybody’s sphincter pays the price. Yup, so you better move your proctologist appointment up a few hours today. You won’t stop puckering until then.
And yes, I’d hit it until the doctor pronounced me D.O.A. And Lenny can keep the boots on! Please do.