It's a rainy day in New York when I meet Ocean Vuong for lunch at Frenchette, and the Tribeca brasserie is crowded with bankers, art-world power players, and ladies who lunch, their Pilates athleisure hidden under coats from The Row and Khaite. Vuong calls Massachusetts home these days, but his agent lives nearby and the restaurant has become a convenient place for lunch meetings.
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