If Celeste is ambition in heels, Malachi Owens is resistance—in Ferragamos or a hoodie, depending on the day.
He can hold court in a strategy meeting or a barbershop, break down equity metrics or city corruption over bourbon, and still show up to Sunday dinner with foil-wrapped leftovers and a perfectly grilled pan of jerk chicken.
He’s 33, born and raised in Langston Heights, and if you ask him what he does for a living, he’ll probably shrug and say, “I try to make the city better.” But don’t...