So, I have a near crippling fear of barbershops. This is partly due to my hairline being jacked from when I was scalped as a baby. Now officially a 30-something (god does that still takes some getting use too ) I find that I have to become an adult and get a regular barber that I trust. That said my hunt began during a trip to Williamsburg. My friend said I should get my haircut because we were going to a party later that day. I wanted to look good and he wanted me to look good as well. I was in a point of hair growth that made me look more beast than man. My old barber in Harlem now gone. Williamsburg seemed as good a place as any to try a new person.
The hunt began, I search around the corner near my friends place, nothing. I stopped into a local place next to a salon. The wait was long. Men huddled around there chairs, clippers buzzing, and a crowd of antsy men standing impatiently greeted me when I entered. I stopped to ask one of the barbers is there was availability. He pointed to the line, a simple gesture that turned me sour. Put off by his hand action. I turned to one of the patrons a young man. I asked if he knew of another place near by. He told me that there were several places down the strip.
I walked to the next one a boutique this time and asked if there was availability. The host/receptionist a young stout gentleman bald with a well trimmed beard said there should be one spot avail. I told him, I’d take it assuming the price would be reasonable. I should have known by the stylized interior and the barber being appointment only for the most part that it was gonna cost a pretty penny. Close to $100. Thats’s a NO!
I turned heel and continue walking another shop similar style this time closing directed me to my final stop and the subject of this entry, Faded Needles! It was located on the corner of S first street in brooklyn. The Relax chill atmosphere gave me every bit of the nostalgia I was used to I entered and was intrigued by the tattoo parlor next door sharing the space. Tattoo parlor and barbershop. Yes, and it’s major. My barber, Donaldo was amazing super chill. He explained that process and instantly made me feel comfortable. We shared laughs and stories about the show he had been watching a little earlier. His station was immaculate and his tools gorgeous. I never experienced a cut quite like his. I didn’t feel fear or apprehension. After the cut I thanked him for his time. I will definitely be back.
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