Blind Barber: A Review

First off, apologies for my absence.  I just started a new job and have a lot of stuff going on so it has been difficult to find the time to hash out quasi-quality stuff over here.  Anyhow, as always, you can follow my daily nonsense (mostly, sorta, kinda about clothing) over at my Tumblr.  Moving on...

When I was younger I was intense about my haircuts to the point where a bad haircut seriously fucked up my chi for, like, a week, easily.  Somewhere along the line (see: various collegiate hazing practices) I got over all that nonsense and usually went with options that were either convenient, cheap or some combination of the two.  Yesterday I swung by Blind Barber in NYC for my first “real” haircut in a long time.  You may have already heard about BB thanks to their pretty stellar run of recent press (Details, New York Times, a bunch of menswear bloggers/vloggers/joggers/loggers/etc).  So yeah, long story not so short at this point, but I got probably the best haircut of my life.  See, that’s the thing, I forgot about quality barbershops and barbers - they actually give a shit about how your hair is going to look.  Melissa, the wonderful woman who cut my golden locks and pictured below, paid attention to how my hair grows, it’s natural direction and all the factors most people don’t think twice about.  They also give you a complimentary drink, which is better than not getting a drink in case you weren’t aware.  Check out the website, call them up and make an appointment.  If you’re not satisfied (most likely an impossible scenario) holler at me and I will come to your place of residence with clippers and give you a little perspective.

Cliff notes: Before my cut babies would take one look at my dome piece and start crying.  Since my haircut I have been getting daps from babies all over the city.  All baby daps are courtesy of Blind Barber.

Shout outs: Melissa, JB (she took all the pics), Trunzo, Eric, Matt

 -L.A.S