Yesterday, with Q in full-day preschool and us with (at last) some real time on our hands, we decided to celebrate just a bit by treating ourselves to (long neglected) haircuts. I got mine chopped at a local arts district salon called Rebelle - all pink and rock-baroque inside.
(I got quite a lot chopped off my hair - but will have to post pictures of the result at a later date!)
We stopped for tea and coffee at a nearby coffee shop before I treated Mike to his belated anniversary gift - a cut and straight-shave at the new men's salon, Proper.
I don't know which one of us was more excited about visiting Proper for the first time, but it was probably me, because I adore the place!
It pushes every single one of my design buttons.
I would like to shake the hand of the person that designed Proper. No detail has been ignored, and everything is just perfection.
A treatment at Proper begins with a shot of Jameson's Irish Whiskey.
If you're still thirsty, Pabst Blue Ribbon is on offer while you're under the blade.
Lounge feet.
How much do I love the fact that they mix in vintage '60s Playboys with copies of GQ in the waiting area? A lot.
I love every detail from the whiskey display over the front door to the über-cool logo T-shirts, the bleached deer-skull hat racks, the kitschy painting of the creature from the black lagoon over the wash station, and the custom-designed wallpaper.
Who doesn't need a tin of mustache elixir?
My husband is working up to a clean shave after a couple of years of wearing a beard. In the interim, he's decided to rock 70's biker chops and a fu manchu, just for kicks.
Prepping for the straight razor.
Mid-shave, I dashed out to pick up Q from school, so she could watch Papa get his haircut. She got a sucker out of the bargain as well - always a plus!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
This place kinda makes me wish I were a guy.
4 comments:
Awww...so cool! We have a place similar to that right down the street from us, called "Red's" I used to have to beg Manley to get a haircut...now he goes a little too much!!!
Oh, gorgeous series of images!
The weather here in Vienna is wonderful too. Indian Summer celebration with late August temperatures and cooler September nights.
When I was a broth of a boy I used to get my hair cut at the post barber down on Ardennes Street at Ft. Bragg. He was a real old-school kind of cutter, and this reminds me of then.
One of the things I always enjoyed was getting my neck and sides shaved. He'd use the straight razor, and that was always part of the kick; hot lather and then the cold kiss of steel, knowing that a slip would be messy...but he never slipped.
Since I got out of the active service I've never found a civilian barber in Oregon who will use the straight blade - I found out that since AIDS it is against state regs.
So you've got a real treat there.
x] that's a COOL place!!!! I wish there is one like that in Indonesia..and yeah, i wish i were a guy too... ;(
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