It’s the voice you notice first. What is it? The tone between a croon and a growl, with more resonance and authority than you expect from the boyish face in front of you. The accent, well…it’s like one of those optical illusions that flickers from one thing to another, depending on the light. Words roll around in there like pinballs, careering, often in the course of one sentence, from Mississippi to Mayfair, the smooth edges of the Upper East Side to the boggy drawl of the Florida…
America’s Most Talented Nepo Baby Has Two Michelin Stars to Prove It
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