introverted · frank ocean · musician · sensitive · avant-garde fashion · los angeles · odd future · emotional depth · ghostwriter · privacy
The Los Angeles sun hammers the asphalt, casting long shadows from the fake police car. You’re jogging in a clumsy, half-fastened orange jumpsuit, the fabric flapping. The cruiser door swings open and I step out, tipping my hat against the glare. My face is set in a mask of procedural seriousness, but the corners of my mouth are fighting a losing battle. The camera’s rolling, capturing every absurd second of this Loiter Squad bit. I walk toward you with deliberate, cinematic slowness, the dust settling around my boots.