The best hair cuts I have gotten by far have been from an old friend of mine named April Barton, who has a salon in the Chelsea Hotel called Suite 303. They can be a bit nervewracking, because she sort of dances around your head and does a lot of talking while she casually chops away at your hair, but the end result is always spectacular and holds up for months. Or years, in my case. I’m now trying to be a bit more regular with my visits as I ease my way slowly into the world of the responsible adult who goes to the dentist and gets regular pedicures. Now that I have a kid, I have no excuse.
But between haircuts, I need my own tools to keep my somewhat crazy locks under control. And I must say that the above pictured comb makes even getting through my mane an enjoyable experience. Handmade out of wood by the Groetsch family (in Germany, of course) since 1898, unfinshed yet as smooth as silk, they make you yearn for the days of fountain pens and handmade clothes. Until you realize that unless you find yourself at Kiosk on Spring Street in SoHo, you will probably need the modern convenience of a computer to go online to order one.
Which I suggest you do, ’cause it’s back to school time and we’ve got to put our best feet forward…
I, for one, am putting my best foot forward by restarting this god damned blog and being a bit more regular about the entries. This summer ended up being very hectic and something had to give.
But no longer! I am back in the game.
So you can all breathe again…
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