I’m adult now. I get my haircut at a barber. First from my mother, then a stylist, and now a real barber cut’s my hair. “The professional”, it’s the name of my cut. I don’t know how professional it actually makes me, but I sure feel more professional.
We all know that if problem arises, there must have some solutions to face these problems and in similar way answers of these questions are definitely there. What we need, we need to search them, until and unless we get the answer we could not motivate us.
Koushik
i went to the barber shop the other day to get a trim on my beard. he fucked up. i thought he was good at what he does. i mean he’s been a barber for over 30 years now…but no not today. fucked up my line now i look like a 12 year old kid that shaves…barbers…got to love them.
Alex
The shop was full of dirty old men just waiting to discuss the foul things that had transpired in the week since they had seen each other. As Sam sat down in the chair, he began to digress about the women he had come to meet recently. She was a lanky woman, pathetic and pitiful in her demeanor and very essence.
Ariana
men in twirly mustaches carrying old fashioned razors and combs; red and white striped poles like a peppermint stick; i picture black and white barbershops for some reason.
Another day passing Joe’s Barber Shop. Another day seeing Joe’s son, James staring out the window. At times I don’t think he even sees me pass. He doesn’t notice how I look at him. he doesn’t see the smile I only give him. One day, maybe I’ll pass and his eyes will meet mine, but for now, he’s just staring blankly inside Joe’s Barber shop.
Karen
I once went to the barber. I was last week I believe. Owned and operated by several italian guys in Newtown, NSW. The older italian is the friendliest and cuts my hair the best. He also has the nicest hair, everything I get my hair cut it makes me jealous.
Richard
BArber reminds me of my spoiled haircut. How fancy it looked for the few days and then it was all frizzy!!! Ugh I wont take such advices next time..
This one can’t count because I already did it, and then I signed up, and now I’m back to the same screen. Barbers are divided now. They either exist in classic southern or midwestern town with picket fences, or in urban centers. When I walk down Amsterdam, I pass five unisex barber shops. I’ve never been to one. I go to a salon. I think of Music Man. I wish there were still quartets.
Melissa
Barber, thats what they call you when you cut hair. I can say I have been called worse! I can tell you one thing though. No-one has ever called me “Sally”!
-Mick
barbershops really ghetto but at the same time recalling memories of children running to their barber appointments. they are smiling and happy to see a place to make conversation as their barber trims their harm. they gossip, talking about the game, what they’re having for dinner. It’s a place of memories.
Cara
I’ve never been to a barber shop, but I’ve seen it on TV or in movies. It would be so interesting to just sit in a barbershop one day, and hear all the conversations that the barbers exchange with each other. I can probably stay in there for days!
Mary Ann
He raises his tools and he begins his work; a painter, a master artist. He’s careful and gentle, too– prestine with the shimmering silver and the way it catches light between his fingers. And, like the Picasso of his generation, he begins the snip. Cut. Cut. Gone.
Alyssa
Don’t be too obvious. Say what you don’t mean. Because that way you force thoughtfulness, dancing around the “box.” So maybe instead of being doomed to a life of dandruff infested hair, he/she is a builder of security fences :)
the barber snipped his scissors menacingly. Lean back, now, he said, grinning. Bare your neck. I leaned back, sweating, wanting to cry something out like Tell my wife I love her! And my kids! But mostly my wife. And sorry for the rug burns, too. But I didn’t say any of that, and then it was over, one quick slice.
I WAS AT THE BARBER SHOP ONE EVENING GETTING MY HAIR DONE AND A MAN WALKED IN SELLING FLOWERS. I BOUGHT SOME FOR MY BOYFRIEND AND THEN HE STOLE ALL MY MONEY. HE RAN OUT AND I COULDN’T CATCH HIM BECAUSE MY HAIR WASN’T DONE
CW
At barber school you learn lots of things. The first of which is how to sing. It’s necessary to be in a cuartet if you’re a barber. That’s the most respectable thing a barber can do. Just look at sweeny todd! I guess he sang mostly alone though. But he also ate people so he doesn’t count.
K
The corner store had been occupied by the same barber for the past 50 years. He was so much older now, but he still arrived well before the younger ones.
haircuts are related to mourning
in an unrelated manner
death means a new haircut
death means expelling the dead ends
needless to say, i’ve had a lot of haircuts lately…
Saetia
the barber cuts hair. he is a friend in need and indeed. Barbery is a skill, an art. I cannot be done by any one but has to be learnt. Now barbers are called hair specialists and hair designers and they earn a lot of money in salons and beauty parlors. Having a skilled hair desiner is a prestigious style statement which increases one’s fame and status.There are many types of beauty salons and barbers have crossed stages of their occupation with simple scissors and comb to massage, straigten, color, prun hair and so on. The movies exploit their skill to the fullest and because of the newest designs on screen, people get to imitate and look more beautiful. In a word, barbers complete the ultimate style statement today.
Koyel Chakrabarty
i used to go to a barber on washington avenue when i was a little boy with me father. he would always do some wierd ritual indian thing and try to scare me and say i had good or bad luck. i havent been there in for ever sicne my dad moved houses, but i did drive passed there today and actually thought about it.. how ironic.
tanner smith
There was a barber one day in his shop, his mother was in the e.r. that day, and couldn’t visit him. But he didn’t know that. He cut hair wistfully looking out the window, while he waited for her visit. Poor sad barber. His mother visited every Thursday.
Adriana
my parents used to make me shave my head when i was doing bad in school.. i never understood why.. looking back.. well.. my parents did everything in there power to strip me of my personal identity.. why? was it fear?
shayne helm
the barber holds the knife and in the mirror the reflection shifts into something no one can recognize but the twisted guts inside. familiarity is a stranger and a stranger is familiarity and this vision will never leave entirely and he’ll never forget what’s here and who could be instead. the pictures always change but the remnants of them remain.
You don’t see many barber shops anymore where you can go get a hair cut for $5. Now you go into the beauty salon and get a hairstayle and pay about $25 for a fast clip. I remember when my 3 brothers and my dad would take a couple hours to get this done.
LJ Spain
Barbers have recently gone out of style,as have the barber shop quartets.Really amazing harmonies and haircuts.
There’s a babershop i used to go to when i was in 7th grade. I dont know why i kept on going back when that placed has repetively butchered my hair. I had the worst haircuts. I looked like a boy!! i hated looking in the mirror from then on
melissa
barbers are freaking awesome. i mean, they can transform a person’s entire look within such a short period of time. and i mean, they can give you a wicked mustache (well, if your a man…. or very hairy lady.) and heck, who doesn’t want moustaches?!?!?! :D
Ginaya
Cut the hair, chat. Sweep the hair, repeat. Next please, sit down, gown, cut, chat, sweep, repeat. A barber holds secrets and shares gossip. They can anchor a neighborhood and make a person feel and look great. Cut, sweep, repeat.
Gia
I sat in the cursed chair, waiting for the moment he brought out his shears.
I wasn’t tied down, but I couldn’t move.
Shink. The sound of metal being unsheathed. I saw the glint of the light on the silver blades in the mirror.
How I hate the barber.
i got my hair cut today. i was looking around town for somewhere to go, and was telling my dad that i needed to find someone here to cut it. he suggested i check out this place near old navy. so i followed the directions he gave me and ended up at an old fashioned barber shop. it makes me laugh that he had no thought about the difference in my hair and his. just that his gets cut there, and why shouldn’t mine too.
she could see the old red rolling barber post across the street – her father used to go there as a boy, it was that old. he’d only gone as a boy, and maybe as an old teen, and a very young adult, because he’d died just months after her birth, young into his twenties.
she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of sign such a recollection was for her impending meeting with her mystery man.
Barbers cut hair. It reminds me of this guy, who cut my grandfather’s hair, who shaved his beard. Who cut my other grandfather’s hair. Who cut my father’s hair. And then he cut my boyfriend’s hair, and I’m wondering if this is a precursor to the amount of stay he has in my life. Years? Till I’m old and gray? Forever? One can only dream.
Jessica Farrar
The barber came into the shop. He started on my head. It was over fast, but it took months for my hair to grow back out. Did I like it? Hell no!
Marlize
I went to a barber one day, and as he was cutting my beard he slit my throat! I thought we were getting along quite well, he was even singing to me! He told me about about his meat pies and how he had the freshest meat… well now I know why…
erica cracolici
cut me. bleed me. this is my hair, this is my health. samson. samson. i’ve cut my locks and cut my losses.
Andra
I’ve never been to a barber shop. I think they cut hair? They usually have a pole outside that looks like a pepermint stick or a candy cane. Barber also kind of reminds me of Barbara, like Barbara streisand. Hello. I can still type.
Tel
There was a Barber shop on the corner of my street. I decided I needed a shave, it’s been awhile. As I stepped in the Barber was waiting for a customer. I took a seat and prepared myself for the shave. As he was shaving I felt something dripping down my neck, It was my own blood. Nervous I look up at the Man to see him smiling at me. I was so freaked out I almost jumped out of my skin. Startling myself awake, I realise it was all a dream. Then I thought to myself, ‘So this is what happens when you have jello before bed.’
well i knew a boy named brian barber. but when he grew up he wanted to be a christian. what happened to brian? he dated a girl for a while, asked her to marry him. she said no. then he worked at his grandparents antique shop for like 5 years and did drugs. then he cleaned up his act and decided to marry another girl, a christian. they had a baby. now brian is all grown up, living at the beach and working as a painter. but not the artsy kind.
I’m adult now. I get my haircut at a barber. First from my mother, then a stylist, and now a real barber cut’s my hair. “The professional”, it’s the name of my cut. I don’t know how professional it actually makes me, but I sure feel more professional.
We all know that if problem arises, there must have some solutions to face these problems and in similar way answers of these questions are definitely there. What we need, we need to search them, until and unless we get the answer we could not motivate us.
i went to the barber shop the other day to get a trim on my beard. he fucked up. i thought he was good at what he does. i mean he’s been a barber for over 30 years now…but no not today. fucked up my line now i look like a 12 year old kid that shaves…barbers…got to love them.
The shop was full of dirty old men just waiting to discuss the foul things that had transpired in the week since they had seen each other. As Sam sat down in the chair, he began to digress about the women he had come to meet recently. She was a lanky woman, pathetic and pitiful in her demeanor and very essence.
men in twirly mustaches carrying old fashioned razors and combs; red and white striped poles like a peppermint stick; i picture black and white barbershops for some reason.
Another day passing Joe’s Barber Shop. Another day seeing Joe’s son, James staring out the window. At times I don’t think he even sees me pass. He doesn’t notice how I look at him. he doesn’t see the smile I only give him. One day, maybe I’ll pass and his eyes will meet mine, but for now, he’s just staring blankly inside Joe’s Barber shop.
I once went to the barber. I was last week I believe. Owned and operated by several italian guys in Newtown, NSW. The older italian is the friendliest and cuts my hair the best. He also has the nicest hair, everything I get my hair cut it makes me jealous.
BArber reminds me of my spoiled haircut. How fancy it looked for the few days and then it was all frizzy!!! Ugh I wont take such advices next time..
This one can’t count because I already did it, and then I signed up, and now I’m back to the same screen. Barbers are divided now. They either exist in classic southern or midwestern town with picket fences, or in urban centers. When I walk down Amsterdam, I pass five unisex barber shops. I’ve never been to one. I go to a salon. I think of Music Man. I wish there were still quartets.
Barber, thats what they call you when you cut hair. I can say I have been called worse! I can tell you one thing though. No-one has ever called me “Sally”!
-Mick
barbershops really ghetto but at the same time recalling memories of children running to their barber appointments. they are smiling and happy to see a place to make conversation as their barber trims their harm. they gossip, talking about the game, what they’re having for dinner. It’s a place of memories.
I’ve never been to a barber shop, but I’ve seen it on TV or in movies. It would be so interesting to just sit in a barbershop one day, and hear all the conversations that the barbers exchange with each other. I can probably stay in there for days!
He raises his tools and he begins his work; a painter, a master artist. He’s careful and gentle, too– prestine with the shimmering silver and the way it catches light between his fingers. And, like the Picasso of his generation, he begins the snip. Cut. Cut. Gone.
Don’t be too obvious. Say what you don’t mean. Because that way you force thoughtfulness, dancing around the “box.” So maybe instead of being doomed to a life of dandruff infested hair, he/she is a builder of security fences :)
The barber cut each
hair like it was a big decision
And I watched as each piece
of me hit the floor.
I know it doesn’t hurt
but each snip sounded
like the end of something
that I would never get back.
the barber snipped his scissors menacingly. Lean back, now, he said, grinning. Bare your neck. I leaned back, sweating, wanting to cry something out like Tell my wife I love her! And my kids! But mostly my wife. And sorry for the rug burns, too. But I didn’t say any of that, and then it was over, one quick slice.
I WAS AT THE BARBER SHOP ONE EVENING GETTING MY HAIR DONE AND A MAN WALKED IN SELLING FLOWERS. I BOUGHT SOME FOR MY BOYFRIEND AND THEN HE STOLE ALL MY MONEY. HE RAN OUT AND I COULDN’T CATCH HIM BECAUSE MY HAIR WASN’T DONE
At barber school you learn lots of things. The first of which is how to sing. It’s necessary to be in a cuartet if you’re a barber. That’s the most respectable thing a barber can do. Just look at sweeny todd! I guess he sang mostly alone though. But he also ate people so he doesn’t count.
The corner store had been occupied by the same barber for the past 50 years. He was so much older now, but he still arrived well before the younger ones.
haircuts are related to mourning
in an unrelated manner
death means a new haircut
death means expelling the dead ends
needless to say, i’ve had a lot of haircuts lately…
the barber cuts hair. he is a friend in need and indeed. Barbery is a skill, an art. I cannot be done by any one but has to be learnt. Now barbers are called hair specialists and hair designers and they earn a lot of money in salons and beauty parlors. Having a skilled hair desiner is a prestigious style statement which increases one’s fame and status.There are many types of beauty salons and barbers have crossed stages of their occupation with simple scissors and comb to massage, straigten, color, prun hair and so on. The movies exploit their skill to the fullest and because of the newest designs on screen, people get to imitate and look more beautiful. In a word, barbers complete the ultimate style statement today.
i used to go to a barber on washington avenue when i was a little boy with me father. he would always do some wierd ritual indian thing and try to scare me and say i had good or bad luck. i havent been there in for ever sicne my dad moved houses, but i did drive passed there today and actually thought about it.. how ironic.
There was a barber one day in his shop, his mother was in the e.r. that day, and couldn’t visit him. But he didn’t know that. He cut hair wistfully looking out the window, while he waited for her visit. Poor sad barber. His mother visited every Thursday.
my parents used to make me shave my head when i was doing bad in school.. i never understood why.. looking back.. well.. my parents did everything in there power to strip me of my personal identity.. why? was it fear?
the barber holds the knife and in the mirror the reflection shifts into something no one can recognize but the twisted guts inside. familiarity is a stranger and a stranger is familiarity and this vision will never leave entirely and he’ll never forget what’s here and who could be instead. the pictures always change but the remnants of them remain.
You don’t see many barber shops anymore where you can go get a hair cut for $5. Now you go into the beauty salon and get a hairstayle and pay about $25 for a fast clip. I remember when my 3 brothers and my dad would take a couple hours to get this done.
Barbers have recently gone out of style,as have the barber shop quartets.Really amazing harmonies and haircuts.
There’s a babershop i used to go to when i was in 7th grade. I dont know why i kept on going back when that placed has repetively butchered my hair. I had the worst haircuts. I looked like a boy!! i hated looking in the mirror from then on
barbers are freaking awesome. i mean, they can transform a person’s entire look within such a short period of time. and i mean, they can give you a wicked mustache (well, if your a man…. or very hairy lady.) and heck, who doesn’t want moustaches?!?!?! :D
Cut the hair, chat. Sweep the hair, repeat. Next please, sit down, gown, cut, chat, sweep, repeat. A barber holds secrets and shares gossip. They can anchor a neighborhood and make a person feel and look great. Cut, sweep, repeat.
I sat in the cursed chair, waiting for the moment he brought out his shears.
I wasn’t tied down, but I couldn’t move.
Shink. The sound of metal being unsheathed. I saw the glint of the light on the silver blades in the mirror.
How I hate the barber.
i got my hair cut today. i was looking around town for somewhere to go, and was telling my dad that i needed to find someone here to cut it. he suggested i check out this place near old navy. so i followed the directions he gave me and ended up at an old fashioned barber shop. it makes me laugh that he had no thought about the difference in my hair and his. just that his gets cut there, and why shouldn’t mine too.
she could see the old red rolling barber post across the street – her father used to go there as a boy, it was that old. he’d only gone as a boy, and maybe as an old teen, and a very young adult, because he’d died just months after her birth, young into his twenties.
she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of sign such a recollection was for her impending meeting with her mystery man.
Barbers cut hair. It reminds me of this guy, who cut my grandfather’s hair, who shaved his beard. Who cut my other grandfather’s hair. Who cut my father’s hair. And then he cut my boyfriend’s hair, and I’m wondering if this is a precursor to the amount of stay he has in my life. Years? Till I’m old and gray? Forever? One can only dream.
The barber came into the shop. He started on my head. It was over fast, but it took months for my hair to grow back out. Did I like it? Hell no!
I went to a barber one day, and as he was cutting my beard he slit my throat! I thought we were getting along quite well, he was even singing to me! He told me about about his meat pies and how he had the freshest meat… well now I know why…
cut me. bleed me. this is my hair, this is my health. samson. samson. i’ve cut my locks and cut my losses.
I’ve never been to a barber shop. I think they cut hair? They usually have a pole outside that looks like a pepermint stick or a candy cane. Barber also kind of reminds me of Barbara, like Barbara streisand. Hello. I can still type.
There was a Barber shop on the corner of my street. I decided I needed a shave, it’s been awhile. As I stepped in the Barber was waiting for a customer. I took a seat and prepared myself for the shave. As he was shaving I felt something dripping down my neck, It was my own blood. Nervous I look up at the Man to see him smiling at me. I was so freaked out I almost jumped out of my skin. Startling myself awake, I realise it was all a dream. Then I thought to myself, ‘So this is what happens when you have jello before bed.’
well i knew a boy named brian barber. but when he grew up he wanted to be a christian. what happened to brian? he dated a girl for a while, asked her to marry him. she said no. then he worked at his grandparents antique shop for like 5 years and did drugs. then he cleaned up his act and decided to marry another girl, a christian. they had a baby. now brian is all grown up, living at the beach and working as a painter. but not the artsy kind.