“I famously don’t sleep. I sleep two hours a night,” says Owen Thiele. The 28-year-old scene-stealer is being serious. Sort of. “It sounds like I’m a vampire,” he says, starting to riff. “I actually can’t be out in the day. I need to be invited into a home.”
Yet somehow, Thiele is wide awake when I greet him at the Plaza Hotel one afternoon in late April, ready to sip tea while spilling tea about his breakout year. But first, Thiele has another confession: “Can I be…

