The Stylish Man

I nearly got my haircut in this place but didn’t in the end. I was in Parnell one day and was badly in need of a haircut. I am a bit of a no frills kind of guy when it comes to my hairstyle — just once they cut it ok is all I really ask for. So I was kinda in the wrong place when it comes to the Stylish Man. I walked in and the guy asked me if I had an appointment? I said no and he frowned. I told him I was prepared to wait so I sat down and picked up a magazine. They seemed to be taking an awful of time with each of the clients and guys were coming in who had appointments booked. People came and went and they did not acknowledge me at all. I was getting pissed off at this stage and it was beginning to dawn on me that this was a bit of David Beckham place. I am certainly not that type of guy so I weighed it up for about ten minutes and then decided to walk out.

This one goes out to all the metrosexuals out there. Those men who really like to look and feel good about themselves, those guys who have more hair product in the bathroom cabinet than their girlfriends, the ones who spend more time at the tanning salon than most self respecting tanorexics.
While that intro may have sounded slightly disparaging, I do have a high regard for a perfectly groomed male specimen, I can assure you.
It’s not often you see hair salons that are actually dedicated solely to men’s grooming, rather than the usual barbershop kinda place, where the old number 1 is like the pinnacle of a awesome New Zealand guy hairdo.
My significant other was about to venture into one if these establishments, before I could suggest this salon and while he said it sounded ‘supremely gay’ (his words not mine) he gave it a try anyway and I swear he came out looking like some Adonis, not a hair out of place, he even had a facial while he was there. You could tell he thought he looked awesome too.
I have created a monster.