For a while, i harbored a fantasy of opening a barbershop. But not just an average barbershop. I mean a barbershop of the old school, a real man’s place. It would have a storefront and an interior flavor of an establishment that’s been in business for decades, with tile, wood, Barbicide jars, the smell of Pinaud-Clubman product, shaving cream brushes, the hum of hair clippers and those great barber chairs!
Buzzy descriptives like “old-timey,” “heritage” and “vintage” spring to mind. In this fantasy of mine, the barbershop would be more than just a place to get a cut and shave. It would be a guy’s hangout. Comradery would be king.
You would know the guy in the chair next to you, and you would welcome the new guy or visitor coming in for a trim. There would be smart discussion, good arguments, rich laughter, strong coffee, maybe even a beer a vodka or a rum & coke, all with the sounds of Johnny Cash, Slick Rick, D 'Angelo and Johnny Jordaan underneath.