![]() In a couple of days, he’ll be in New York, looking for an apartment. He moves from city to city, hotel to hotel. It’s been more than a year since he’s had a steady home - most of his beloved cars are in storage. Inside, the dash looks like the helm of a spaceship, with a center console map display bigger than an iPad that, once on the road, Mr. On this night, it’s the Tesla, the Model X S.U.V. Frank Ocean has been staying at this secluded hotel here for a while now, long enough that when the valet spies him coming down the front path, he knows the routine. The valet asks the question hastily, humbly, eyes not quite meeting those of the contemplative man standing before him.
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