I was feeling frustrated by my hair's directionless growth the other week and started asking around for salon recommendations. After friends chimed in with their suggestions I decided to ignore them all and try out a place I'd passed by in the West Village. It looked so cute! This is how all great life choices are made, people.
My decision turned out to be an instance of book-cover judgment done right.
Moustache is indeed burly-chic in a Brooklyn way, but the barbers (yes, barbers not stylists) happen to be talented and meticulous. Rafael, who cut my hair, spent a great deal of time getting the fades and blends just right and used a razor to fine tune his work. There was even a hot towel involved, and all for the same price I paid in Virginia!
And the cut:
I'd been contemplating a straight buzz, but ended up keeping the top a bit longer than the sides (the sides grow out faster). I'm no longer flipping it up at the front anymore, and I got rid of the grays (you can see them pretty well here and here) with at-home color that, for whatever reason, gave my hair a reddish undertone. Cool? So I guess this is my way of recommending Moustache, dear New York readers - unless you find somewhere even cuter, of course.
