Iman Gives Rare Comment on Her & David Bowie’s Only Daughter, 23, Who Is ‘Dad’s Twin’ with ‘Incredible’ Same Eyes

Iman, the widow of legendary musician David Bowie, is known for her privacy, especially when it comes to their only daughter, Lexi Jones. But in a rare and candid moment, the supermodel recently opened up about 23-year-old Lexi, whom fans say is the spitting image of her famous father, sharing his iconic eyes.

Former supermodel, Iman, seldom talks about her 23-year-old daughter with late music icon, David Bowie in interviews. However, in a recent interview, she made a rare comment that gave fans a glimpse into who Lexi is and what she loves to do.

During a sit-down with Instyle, she shared how the COVID-19 pandemic sparked a newfound passion that she now shares with her daughter.

She revealed, “I was at my upstate house and I was by myself. So I started painting. My husband was a painter. My daughter is a painter. I have never painted. And I started painting.”

Lexi Jones, from a post dated August 15, 2023 | Source: Instagram/the_real_iman

Though Iman values her privacy, she occasionally shares glimpses of Lexi Jones on social media. In addition to sharing sneak peeks into Lexi’s passions, she also celebrates her publicly, especially on her birthdays.

In August 2023, she posted a heartfelt video compilation celebrating Lexi’s 23rd birthday, accompanied by the caption, “Happy Birthday, Little Wonder. God blessed us with the greatest gift: You!”

Lexi Jones, from a post dated August 15, 2023 | Source: Instagram/the_real_iman

Fans celebrated Lexi, and also quickly noted Lexi’s beauty and striking resemblance to Bowie. One commenter said, “Happy belated birthday, Dad’s twin.” Another gushed, “She’s so gorgeous it’s unbelievable!!”

Previously, the supermodel and entrepreneur posted a photo showcasing Lexi’s large, expressive eyes dark hair, and well-defined eyebrows. Her caption read, “Happy Birthday, my heart, my pride, my love, my angel, my Lexi! I’m proud to call myself your mommy.”

Fans were again amazed by her resemblance to the late legendary singer. One remarked, “Her Dad’s twin,” and another added, “Incredible her expressions, her laugh, the way she lowers her eyes …incredible ..like her dad.”

Lexi Jones, from a post dated August 15, 2023 | Source: Instagram/the_real_iman

Lexi Jones, from a post dated August 15, 2023 | Source: Instagram/the_real_iman

Like her mom, Lexi is selective about what she shares online, but when she does post photos, they often highlight her distinctive features. A recent photo showcased her vivid green eyes, which were especially striking against her dark, full eyebrows.

Her long lashes enhanced the impact of her gaze. Her dark hair, styled with bangs, framed her face, while the rest was pulled back, drawing even more attention to her facial structure. One fan noted, “Daddy’s eyes [sic].”

Lexi Jones, from a post dated August 15, 2023 | Source: Instagram/the_real_iman

While fans marveled at Lexi’s resemblance to her father, Iman shared touching memories of her late husband in the interview, emphasizing his never-ending presence in her life.

She recounted a story from their early days together, “My husband, the first week we met, we were walking down the street and my shoelaces came undone, and he got to his knees and tied [them up]. That is my perfect person.”

David Bowie and his wife Iman on July 10, 2002 | Source: Getty Images

She stressed that Bowie was still her husband, saying, “When people say, ‘your late husband,’ I always correct them. He is my husband, not my late husband. He was the perfect person for me and I’m happy that I was able to experience that in my lifetime.”

When David Bowie was alive, the family led a relatively normal life despite their celebrity status. Iman cooked dinner every night, and they both ensured Lexi had a grounded upbringing. Bowie cherished the time spent playing music with Lexi, who inherited her parents’ artistic talents.

Bowie once said of his wife, Iman, “She’s uncanny at keeping the business at her office and the woman at home. But she’s a mom 24/7.”

Bowie passed away over eight years ago, but Iman continues to commemorate his life. She marked the 8th year since her husband’s passing with a touching post on Instagram on January 10, 2024. The tribute reflected the eternal bond shared between the renowned couple while showing fans a glimpse into Iman’s artistic side.

Her post featured a black-and-white canvas drawing of what appeared to be a person with wings. Although she did not further explain her share, Iman wrote a few sweet words alongside her post.

“Eternal Love,” she captioned the post with the hashtag “#BowieForever.” Several of Iman’s fans and followers expressed their admiration for her artwork and kind words about her love story with Bowie.

Iman’s Instagram share follows another post that commemorated Bowie’s life. On his birthday on January 8, 2024, she shared the same hashtag along with a captivating photograph, celebrating the enduring spirit of her late husband.

David Bowie with his wife Iman in September 1991 in Versailles, France | Source: Getty Images

Bowie passed away on January 10, 2016, after an 18-month-long battle with cancer. His official Facebook page announced the tragic news but gave fans comfort knowing that the artist died surrounded by his family.

Iman has spoken about her husband since his passing, revealing that she would never tie the knot again. Although Bowie is no longer physically with her, he was, is, and will always be her husband.

“I definitely feel his presence, especially when I look out over the glorious sunsets at our home because David loves sunsets,” she said. “So, in that way, he is ever-present. Through my memory, my love lives.”

The couple, who met through a blind date, fell in love immediately. “David said it was love at first sight,” Iman said. Their enduring love story has since been admired by many.

Model Iman and musician David Bowie attend the 2010 CFDA Fashion Awards at Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center on June 7, 2010 in New York City | Source: Getty Images

Although they chose to keep their relationship private, the goodness they brought to each other manifested internally. “If David was not in my life, I don’t know if I would have had the courage to start Iman Cosmetics,” Iman disclosed.

Iman and David Bowie’s home became a reminder of their love and saved her from the pain and heartbreak of losing him. Although many years have passed, she still pays tribute to him in more ways than one.

To Inherit My FIL’s Fortune, Our Entire Family Had to Live Under One Roof, but One Secret Cost Me My Share — Story of the Day

When my late father-in-law’s will forced us to live together for a year, I thought surviving family dinners had been the hardest part until his conditions revealed the lies holding our family together.

My FIL, Leonard, had always been a man of mysteries. Even during family gatherings, he carried an air of secrecy. When he passed, it felt like the end of an era. But it seemed he had one final surprise waiting for us.

The lawyer’s call made my stomach tighten.

“The time has come to announce the terms of your father-in-law’s will.”

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The following week, the entire family arrived at the family estate. It was a grand house nestled in a sprawling garden bordered by dense woods. My two children darted across the lawn, their laughter breaking through the tense atmosphere. I adjusted my scarf, trying to mask the unease gnawing at me.

“Relax,” Thomas murmured, his hand brushing mine.

Evelyn, my MIL, sat near the bay window. Her fingers were lightly tapping the arm of the chair. She seemed to look straight through everyone.

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At exactly two o’clock, the lawyer, Mr. Hayes, cleared his throat and began to read from Leonard’s will.

“I leave the entire estate, including bank accounts and shares,” he read, his voice carrying through the room, “to my blood relatives—my wife, children, grandchildren, and my daughter-in-law, Olivia—under the condition that all of you reside together in this estate for one year.”

A murmur rippled through the room, but Mr. Hayes raised a hand, silencing it.

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“You must gather for family dinner daily at six o’clock sharp and remain at the table until seven. Missing a dinner or being away from the estate for more than a day will result in the annulment of the inheritance.”

I glanced at Evelyn, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Thomas squeezed my hand. The children’s laughter outside seemed distant, muffled.

As the lawyer finished reading the conditions of the will, a sharp voice broke the silence.

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“Well, interesting. And who’s supposed to enforce these rules?” Garrett, Thomas’s older brother, asked with a raised eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism.

The lawyer adjusted his glasses and replied evenly, “Leonard anticipated this question. He made arrangements to ensure the terms of his will would be strictly followed.”

At that moment, the door to the study creaked open, and a young man stepped inside. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, with neatly combed hair. Dressed in a sharp suit that seemed almost too formal for someone his age, he carried a black notebook pressed against his chest.

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“This,” the lawyer said, motioning toward him, “is Mr. Morrison. Leonard personally selected and hired him to oversee the execution of the will.”

Morrison nodded politely.

“From today onward, I’ll be responsible for ensuring every condition outlined in the will is met. Leonard and I formalized this arrangement years ago. It’s all in writing. I’ll be monitoring everything closely to make sure the rules are followed.”

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Garrett let out a low chuckle.

“So, what, you’re the family babysitter now?”

Morrison’s calm expression didn’t waver. “If you want to think of it that way. But if any of the conditions are violated, I’ll report it immediately, and the inheritance will be annulled. It’s as simple as that.”

The room fell silent. Morrison’s presence seemed to unsettle everyone.

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I exchanged a glance with Thomas, who gave a subtle shake of his head, signaling for me to stay quiet. Mr. Morrison suddenly became the most important person in the room.

Leonard’s game had begun, and there was no turning back.

***

The first dinners together were a slow march through unbearable silence. The long, heavy dining table felt like a barrier separating us rather than a place for connection. Forks scraped plates, and knives clinked against china, but no one dared to say much beyond a polite request for salt or butter.

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By the third dinner, the silence cracked like ice under pressure.

“How long are we going to pretend this is a normal family?” Evelyn’s cold voice sliced through the quiet.

Thomas straightened, lifting his head from his plate. “Mother, maybe it’s best not to start…”

“And why not?” Evelyn retorted. “Am I not allowed to speak my mind? If this is supposed to be ‘family bonding,’ let’s at least be honest about what kind of family we are.”

Garrett chuckled under his breath, pushing his chair back slightly. “Honest? That’s rich coming from you.”

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Evelyn’s sharp gaze landed on him.

“And what exactly are you implying, Garrett? Is this about your inability to live up to anyone’s expectations?”

Garrett’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

“Sure, let’s call it that. We all know how you love to keep score, Mother.”

I stared at my plate, willing myself to remain invisible. My hands trembled under the table, and I clasped them tightly to keep still. Then Katie, my fourteen-year-old daughter, spoke.

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“You know, if we’re being honest, why don’t we talk about Mom’s secret?”

My head snapped up. “Katie, what are you talking about?”

“I know about the letters. They weren’t for Dad.”

The ticking clock in the hall became painfully loud. Jack, my eldest, slammed his hand on the table, his face red with anger.

“Enough!” he shouted. “How dare you talk about Mom like that?”

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Katie shrank in her seat, her voice faltering. “I didn’t mean…”

“You didn’t mean what?” Jack interrupted her. “To humiliate her? To repeat gossip like some kind of… spy for Grandma?”

“Grandma told me about the letters. But I never saw them.”

Thomas, who had been uncharacteristically silent, finally stood, his face a mask of controlled anger.

“Katie, gossip hurts people. And worse, you let yourself be used to do it. You should be ashamed.”

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Katie’s face crumpled as she gripped the edge of the table.

Thomas turned to Evelyn. “And you, Mother. How could you? Spreading lies, stirring the pot.”

Evelyn’s expression didn’t waver. “Lies? Are you saying you don’t know the truth, Thomas?”

“I don’t care what happened before we met. Olivia has been the best wife and mother anyone could ask for.”

Evelyn tapped her nails against the table.

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“One of your children isn’t even part of this family. And unless we do a DNA test, I’ll leave this house, and none of you will inherit anything.”

Gasps filled the room. My heart pounded as Thomas froze, his face pale. Evelyn’s words hung over us like a storm cloud, ready to shatter the fragile peace we had left.

***

That night, the house buzzed with quiet confusion. No one truly understood what was happening, except for me and Thomas. He had barely spoken since Evelyn’s declaration. I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching his chest.

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“Thomas, are you okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him.

“I can’t face this, Olivia. It’s too much. If the truth comes out…”

I placed my hands over his, steadying him. “You won’t have to. I’ll handle it.”

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

“Yes, I do. For our family.”

I left the room and made my way to Evelyn’s quarters. The hallway seemed longer than ever.

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As I approached, the murmur of voices stopped me in my tracks. I froze, straining to hear.

“You understand this is the only way to keep everything in the family?” Evelyn’s unmistakable tone cut through the silence.

I crept closer, my heart hammering in my chest.

“If I reveal that Olivia’s eldest son, Jack, isn’t from Thomas, he’ll be excluded from the will,” she continued. “That’s when you’ll get your rightful share.”

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A second unfamiliar voice replied. “But how do you plan to do that?”

I nearly gasped.

Morrison?! What is he doing here, and how was he involved?

“I’ve already done it,” Evelyn said, her voice calm, as if discussing the weather. “I considered all the options when I found out you were my grandson. Your father, Garrett, doesn’t know. Your grandfather never suspected either; he’d never have accepted another grandson. So, I convinced him to name you as the overseer and ensured the will specified the inheritance was for blood relatives only.”

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I clutched the doorframe for support, my mind reeling.

Grandson? Morrison is Garrett’s son?!

“But how did you know Jack isn’t Thomas’ son?” Morrison asked, his voice trembling.

“Thomas told me,” Evelyn replied coolly. “He met Olivia when she was already pregnant. He decided to raise the child as his own but asked me to keep it from his father.”

My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall. I couldn’t let her continue this.

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I shoved the door open. Evelyn was startled but quickly masked her reaction. Morrison turned, his face paling when he saw me.

“We need to talk,” I said, my voice trembling with anger.

Evelyn tilted her head. “I assume you heard everything.”

“Yes. And it stops here. You will stay in this house. I will give Morrison my share of the inheritance if that’s what it takes. But there will be no DNA tests. No one else needs to know. Especially not Jack. I won’t let my eldest son’s life be destroyed.”

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Evelyn scrutinized me. “And Morrison?”

“He will take the money and disappear. No drama, no revelations.”

After a long pause, she nodded. “Fine. But remember, this was your condition. No mistakes.”

***

The next dinner, Evelyn sat at the head of the table, lifting her glass with a serene smile.

“I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday,” she began, her tone light. “I think I may have had a little too much cider and said things I shouldn’t have.”

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The room froze before everyone murmured polite agreements. Katie’s voice broke the silence.

“Grandma, are you staying in the house?”

Evelyn turned to her, smiling warmly and patting her hand. “Yes, sweetheart. Yesterday, I was in a bad mood and made a terrible joke. I’m so sorry if it upset anyone.”

Katie’s face lit up. “Alright, Grandma.”

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“We’re staying, all of us,” Evelyn continued, her voice softening. “We’re one big, happy family, aren’t we? That’s what Leonard wanted for us, to be together.”

Thomas picked up the conversation, telling a story. Laughter followed. I glanced at Jack, so carefree, unaware of the truth. I prayed he never would.

Morrison sat silently, pushing food around his plate. His focus wasn’t on family. It was on the money Evelyn promised him.

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Evelyn’s eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of triumph in her gaze. She had won.

We all kept eating, pretending. Under the table, Thomas squeezed my hand. I realized then—it wasn’t always right to disturb the balance of life. My family deserved peace and love, no matter what secrets I had to keep to protect it.

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