Living For The City

When I realized a short while ago that my childhood dream of having a hole in my head (just like my dad) was slowly but surely becoming a reality I decided that I’d have one last hurrah and grow my hair until it can’t be grow’d no mo’ so when I got back from Europe I just stopped cutting it altogether. With the Wonger‘s wedding coming up on the weekend I figured I can’t show up lookin’ like a total skid. I mean, a little skidly, sure, but you can’t go from a G to a Gent and not expect to take a few inches off the top.

Now, I’ve had precisely two paid haircuts in the last 6 or 7 years; one about a year ago that cost entirely too much money and one last Thursday – I normally just go at the old noggin with clippers and believe you me, I cut a mean fade but becoming a hair farmer is not without it’s problems and unfortunately for me saying goodbye to the days of the DIY haircut is a now necessary evil. At the recommendation of my good friend Chris I decided to check out my main man Roger at Blood & Bandages*.

The 97 square foot shop on the north side of College, just east of Dovercourt has just enough room for the two chairs** and a buttload of cool old photographs and interesting vintage nic-nacs. For those fellas that are looking for a nice, affordable, local barbershop with a classic, comfortable feel – I definitely recommend checking out Blood & Bandages.

*My girlfriend is cooler than me and took the time to look up the meaning of the name.

**One of those chairs is perpetually empty as Roger is looking for a second barber so if you’re into it and qualified, inquire within.