Dear Lisa Bonet,
You don’t know me. You don’t know me because I’m a bit weird; which leads me to believe that, in fact, you may like me if you ever met me because you’re a bit weird too or rather you were on The Cosbys. You were weird in the way you dressed. Don’t get me wrong you were fabulous, still are, but the things you wore way back in 1985 and later, were far too B-side to be real life. Double-faced tube skirts and desert boots, three, four pairs of socks, batwing knits, headbands and those Harem pants.
You were a bit like an ad campaign for Dash or Benetton or something. A bit too studio. And then you left me. You went and married Lenny Kravitz and you got darker and cooler. You smelt like joss sticks and wore Gaultier and black and you looked unstable. You were art house. I even like you more than Vanessa Paradis, and I really LOVE her.