The recently opened Hotel Bourbon has fast become his new after-hours favorite. A self-described "house for insomniacs," it’s heavy on disco-era tawdriness in small parlors hidden behind the bar's velvet curtain.

He also found refuge from paparazzi by dining at the Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc, where he found solace in never being the biggest name on deck at the Eden-Roc Grill, tucking into spiny lobster while ducked under a sun umbrella and Chrome Hearts baseball cap.

Tesfaye sneaked off to Paris where his first stop was artist André Saraiva's darkly glam Hotel Amour near Pigalle. "The vibe is unreal," Tesfaye says, calling the property’s cloistered courtyard "transcendental."