In a bit, he'll Instagram a bejeweled portrait of himself, but first he unveils three new tracks, stored on his phone, that Pharrell pronounces "crazy, with a lot of comprehensive layers just sort of living harmoniously." When Ocean says he worries a rap number called "Blue Whale" is "risky because I'm rhyming," Pharrell shakes his head.
Ocean, dressed in a gray Supreme hoodie, jeans, and black Wallabees, smiles as he dons the weighty necklace-it jibes with the new Rolex on his left wrist, the Cartier Juste Un Clou bracelet on his right. "Sweet," Ocean replies, picking up Pharrell's diamond-studded gold chain that sits-fat as a tow rope-at the edge of the mixing board. " Here you are," the prolific rapper and producer tells him. When we walk in, Ocean leading the way, Pharrell Williams turns down the music and greets him warmly. If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song, you'd drive across town in the pouring rain, right? That's how we've ended up at Jungle City, a sound studio in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood.
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