#vintage barber chair

[oliviawilson7536]

The Legacy of the Old Barber Chair: A Timeless Icon of Craftsmanship and Community

The history of American barbershops wouldn’t be complete without recognizing the legacy of the classic barber chair. Known for its craftsmanship, durability, and iconic design, the old barber chair became a staple of American community life, evolving into a symbol of camaraderie and tradition. For collectors and enthusiasts today, platforms like Bidsquare provide access to these remarkable artifacts, each with its unique history.

The Origins of an American Classic

In the early days of the barbershop, the barber chair wasn’t just a piece of furniture—it was the heart of the shop. Recognizing the need for both comfort and practicality, early American chair makers like Koken, Belmont, and Paidar crafted sturdy, adjustable chairs with functional reclining mechanisms, footrests, and comfortable leather or vinyl upholstery. These chairs were built to withstand years of use, symbolizing the strength and stability of the barbershop itself.

The intricate designs of these chairs reflect the craftsmanship of the time. Barber chairs often feature elaborately engraved metal components, elegant finishes, and custom upholstery. From the base to the headrest, every aspect was designed with both function and aesthetics in mind, creating pieces that are still admired today.

Iconic Design and Quality Craftsmanship

Old barber chairs weren’t only functional; they represented a commitment to quality that resonated with collectors. Brands like Koken introduced features such as hydraulic lifts, making the chairs both efficient and comfortable for customers and barbers alike. The leather seats, reclining abilities, and sturdy metal bases were not just practical but also elegant, designed to endure generations of use while maintaining a classic aesthetic.

Each chair showcases intricate detailing, from engraved footrests to detailed armrests and headpieces, reflecting the dedication to both functionality and artistry. Even today, the old barber chair’s vintage aesthetic stands out, making it a desirable piece for those seeking to bring a touch of history into their decor.

Preserving the Charm of Your Barber Chair

Proper care is essential for maintaining the charm and value of a barber chair. Here are a few tips for preservation:

Regular Cleaning: Gently cleaning leather or vinyl upholstery and conditioning it periodically helps maintain its original look and feel.

Mechanism Maintenance: Lubricating reclining levers, hydraulic lifts, and footrests as needed will ensure smooth operation.

Controlled Storage: Storing chairs in a stable, temperature-controlled environment can prevent damage from humidity or temperature fluctuations.

For those who wish to keep their chair as authentic as possible, consulting a professional restorer is worthwhile. Restoration by an expert can help preserve the chair’s historical elements while maintaining functionality.

The Market and Demand 

With rising interest in vintage decor and collectibles, demand for barber chairs has grown steadily in recent years. Bidsquare’s online auctions have made it easier for enthusiasts to find and acquire these historic pieces, offering a secure and accessible platform for both buying and selling. Each chair listed tells a story, providing collectors with an opportunity to own a unique piece of Americana that adds charm and depth to any space.

Conclusion

An old barber chair is more than just a piece of furniture; it’s a timeless symbol of craftsmanship, tradition, and community. For collectors and enthusiasts, Bidsquare offers a gateway to explore these historic artifacts, each embodying a unique legacy. With upcoming online auctions, buyers have the chance to bid on carefully curated antique barber chairs, each one meticulously documented and authenticated. Preserved and cherished, these chairs continue to resonate, bringing the charm of classic American barbershops to modern collectors and spaces alike.

[johnbarbersonsstore]

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[wondermachina]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here we have a kind of castle, Las Vegas, NV style. It was built in 2006, has 6bds, 7ba, and is priced at $10M.

I don't know exactly where this waterfall is, but it looks like it's in an entrance somewhere.

The sitting room lets in the desert sun and has 2 doors to the outside. It also has a bar and several flat screens on the wall.

There's also a mezzanine over the sitting room, and a curved, textured ceiling.

I think that I would rather sit in the library. I love the 2nd floor stacks.

There's also a nice home theater. I like when a home theater looks more like a smaller version of real theater.

I don't know why the photographer took a photo of this, but it looks like a magician's hat and table backstage.

Very personalized home office.

Meanwhile, outside it's time for a giant, glowing game of chess.

The narrow dining room seats 16, but seems kind of tight. There appears to be an open room above it.

This is such a huge, spread-out home, that you can really get lost. The large kitchen has white and natural wood cabinetry with solid black counters. Every room, no matter which it is, has art way up the walls to the 2nd story level.

The halls are narrow and appear to me as if you're sneaking around behind the scenes.

This lounge features a vintage barber chair and what looks like a bar.

This looks like either a snack table or a game table.

This 2nd kitchen is possibly part of the rec room.

You can walk along the top of the castle and yell things at approaching guests, just like Monty Python.

The large home is circular and includes 10.05 acres of Nevada dessert land.

There is a gate at the entrance to the property, plus what looks like a large gatehouse. Possibly a jail to detain trespassers? I can't understand why the fence doesn't go all the way around.

The house looks like it was built on a man-made mound and a long driveway leads up to it.

There's a gigantic parking area and I think that the white house is the main entrance.

Here you can better see the round curvature of the building.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1280-Scooter-St-Henderson-NV-89002/70055558_zpid/?

[eliasgold20]

Elijah the Gold Prep pt. 2

After walking out of professor Percival's office, Elijah found himself in the passengers seat of his car. The vintage vehicle matched the professors office, a shimmering bright gold. Elijah was still dazed and confused, perhaps even more so due to the strong smell of professor Percival's strong cologne. He doesn't know why he went into his car, he knew he needed good grades, but everything before was a blur. Classical music plays on the radio as Percival keeps driving, only breaking the near half hour of silence when they get close to their destination.

"Now Elijah, to pass my class there are a few rules, do not speak just nod your head," Percival begins. Elijah nods mindlessly.

"when we get to the house you are to walk with me to a room and stay there," Elijah nods his head.

"Do not speak to anyone in the building unless I give you permission," Elijah nods.

"From here on out the answer to every question is "Yes, Daddy." "Yes Sir" will also suffice but please limit the latter."

"yes Daddy." Elijah says mindlessly. "Wait What?" Elijah thought. He didn't date say it out loud. Why would his professor demand such a thing? Was this some weird kidnapping thing? Surely, not. It couldn't be. Elijah just needed to go along with it.

"Good boy," Percival says, for some reason breaking Elijah out of his daze enough to let out a wide grin. "Now, we're home." Home? Elijah thought.

Elijah remained seated for his daddy to open the door, unbuckling him and pulling him out before linking his arm around Elijah's.

"follow me Elijah, I want you somewhere first." Walking up to the estate, Elijah couldn't help be taken aback by its beauty. The men were in the car driving through woods and forest, far away from civilization. The estate though, was gorgeous. A massive mansion in shiny gold. The inside was marble floors, mosaic and Chinese art filled the walls, surrounding a grand staircase. At the head of the staircase was a giant portrait of Percival, looking devilishly handsome as ever. "Right this way."

The two make their way up the stairs and through the corridors of the house. The building itself could be a school by its size but it was where Percival called home. Eventually the pair made their way to a far away room.

"you will stay here Elijah, until I summon you. One of my workers will guide you. Enjoy the rest for now." Percival opens the door with a key and leaves the corridor. Elijah entered the room to find a bed with satin sheets, velvet sheets by a window looking out a courtyard, a private gold plated bathroom, but what caught his eye most was the closet.

The walk in closet connected to the room was fully stocked. Lining the walls were three piece suits, french-cuffed button up attires, toes, belts, leather shoes, most all a shimmering gold like Percival.

"what is this place?" Elijah said allowed take aback by the room. One thing that caught his eye was a box on his bed, containing a golden bottle of Ralph Lauren Cologne. "Well this wouldn't hurt," Elijah said before spritzing the cologne. Just as Percival's cologne did for him before, the cologne filled his mind, making him go dizzy and a bit tired. It was at this point he heard a knock at the door. Dragging his worn sneakers across the phone, Elijah opened the door to a man in a tight fitting black polo shirt and black jeans, the only color being a golden wreath on the right side of his chest.

"Master Percival is ready to see you in the shop, you will follow me," the servant said. Elijah didn't have the space to question the request, he just nodded happily.

Soon, Elijah found himself in a new room, looking like a 1950s barber shop.

"There is my boy," Percival said coming to Elijah, greeting him with a kiss. The cool breath of Percival leaked into Elijah's mouth, making his dizziness even worse. "I'm sorry I kept so much from you, I promise I'll explain it all in time, as of right now, have a seat." Percival guides Elijah to a barbers chair before a wall that functioned as a mirror. Elijah took his seat saying the one thing he knew how to say,

"Yes Daddy." Percival massages the boys head, his fingers seemingly drilling in Elijahs brain, melting it continuously. He throws over Elijah a golden smock and picks up a pair of scissors. Elijah doesn't process what is going on, he just listens to his daddy.

"Elijah, I must say I'm happy you came into my office. I can tell you're a good kid you just need help," Percival starts as snipping can be heard around Elijah.

"Yes Daddy." Elijah mindlessly responds, his mind melting more by each minute.

"I see potential in you Elijah. You graduated your high school with honors, president of the chess club, but you got a taste of freedom and burnt out all too common for boys your age." Now buzzing could be heard, along with a razor to the back of Elijah's head.

"Yes Daddy." It was true, Elijah did use to be a good kid. Now none of this was true, Elijah was smart but never applied himself in school. But whatever daddy said magically came true.

"That's why I wanted to tell you my decision," Percival says turning Elijah around, "Lean back dear I'm going to wash your hair," Elijah obliges. "I will not change your grade, you don't deserve it, you failed." The words cut deep into Elijah, he should lash out, all of this but no change in grade? He was being played. But he didn't lash out, he only said...

"Yes Daddy."

"I will however get you a better grade, better grades I should say." Percival applies a shampoo and conditioner from a golden bottle to Elijah's hair. "This is very expensive product, you better appreciate it. But I digress. Starting today, you will live here as my boy as you always should have. You will dress properly, behave yourself, and become a model student. A golden student." The shampoo and conditioner finally dissolves Elijah's brain completely. Any memories of partying were gone. All he knew, and remembered was daddy in his golden suit. The water stops

"Yes Daddy," Elijah says. Percival gets to Elijahs eye level and speaks to him authoritatively.

"you know why I always wear gold Elijah?" He questions, "Gold binds everyone, it showcases high status, perfection, unity. It bonds all of us, brings out the best in everyone, it is the gift of this world. That's why my life is to represent it, as will be yours."

"Yes Daddy," Elijah confirms. All he can think about is looking like daddy, acting like daddy, being like daddy.

"Good boy, now," Percival turns the chair back to the mirror, "What do you think?" Elijah stares into the mirror. His long brown locs of hair are now pin straight strands of perfection. Well, almost. Percival takes out a gold tube of gel, pouring a liberal amount in his hands.

"This will minimize frizz, maintain order, and ensure perfection." Percival rubs the gel onto Elijah's hair, making his hair stick in a perfect, preppy cut. "Now boy, you must get dressed. My servant left an outfit on your bed. Get changed and meet me downstairs for your first command.

"Yes Daddy!" Elijah wasn't monotone this time, but ecstatic for the chance to obey. He rushes to his room in a brisk walk, finding on his satin sheet today's outfit. A gold vest, cotton briefs, a French cuffed shirt, a bowtie, short chino pleated shorts, loafers and knee-high socks. The outfit was perfect. He put the outfit on, revelling in the tight fight of the crisp button up, the breeze on his bare thighs from the shorts, the comfort of the socks, the security of the bowtie, the stiffness of the shoes. He ran to the mirror. He looked like daddy's boy, and he couldn't be happier. Faster than he could run to the main hall, he grabbed his unwashed, slovenly sweatshirt, boxer shorts, tennis shoes and jeans and threw them in in the golden pail in the corner. He wouldn't be seen dead in them.

As Elijah makes his way to the corridor, daddy is there with a pail and cleaning supplies. First thing boy, while you live with me you will be expected to do chores. Take these and clean the mud you carelessly tracked in. Percival hands Elijah the supplies and walks to the sitting room to read his paper.

"Yes Daddy!" Elijah loved chores, he loved having responsibilities, more so he loved the affirmation from daddy when he did a good job. He hummed to himself and smiled as he scrubbed the marble floors until he saw his preppy reflection. When he was done he ran to his daddy, craving affirmation.

"Good boy!" Percival said, filling Elijah with pride. "Now another chore. Polish daddy's shoes while he reads his paper. I want to look my best before we go out to dinner." A shoe polishing set was set off to the side, Elijah happily obliged.

"Yes Daddy!" He scrubbed daddy's shoes with glee, knowing he was helping the man who had taken him in.

"By the way boy," Percival says flipping through his papers, "I took a look at your schedule. I took the liberty of adding French, Mandarin and Latin to your schedule. No boy of mine will be uncultured. Your major has also changed. You will study accounting and history, set you up for a pre-Corporate Law trafk. Additionally you also have etiquette classes after the school day on Tuesday and Thursday, chess club meets Monday Wednesday and Friday, they get out the same time I'm done so we will go to and from school together, and I will take you to soccer practice, understood?" Percival demanded. Elijahs response was as consistent as his love for Percival,

"Yes Daddy!"

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[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Adela as your hairdresser ✂💇‍♀️

So, idk how you end up getting a hair cut, but you're getting one for today 🥰🥰🥰 FOR FREE?!?!?! 🤯 Sis appeared out of nowhere, and you stumbled 🎢 upon a cute vintage barber shop, that convinced you 💯💯💯percent to get a haircut 🤭 You didn't know about the 🌁🌁🌁 alley incident because frankly, you DIDN'T care 😎 It was just an urban legend... Right? 😈 So anyways! You know when a hairdresser is about to SERVE 💃 When she has a BOB 👷‍♀️ on, has FACE 🥰, and looks like she came out of a Vivienne Westwood fashion show like GIRL why is the hairdresser so FINE??? 🤨🤨🤨

She greets you as soon as you enter her shop, warm smiles, the smell of flowers is what the first thing that hits your nose... 😤🌷The first thing you ask her how she gets rid of the smell of hairspray, she answers she uses the trick of using flowers which explains why you smelled flowers as soon as you went inside... By the way, SIS had you giggling 🤭 the entire interaction because of how... Gorgas (I'm sorry I don't know how to spell it 😇) she is 😍 Pookie then leads you to your seat 🪑, and of course we SAT 🧎‍♀️ since the QUEEN said so 🤩

She tells you if you have any preferences that you wanted to do to your hair... But because this was an impulsive decision... Girlie ended up having to decide HERSELF 😳 remember when they said to trust your barber? When your barber looks like this... Sign me up, I'm SAT and definitely letting her cut my hair the way she wants because I trust her with my life 😊 Adela liked the fact that you seemed to have no worries, like you were just a silly gal getting a haircut... So no mind altering for YOU 😌 Oh bestie... You are so lucky, getting a haircut, not getting mind altercations from her, sitting in that chair, meeting ADELA??? at the same time??? Girl, I am 😡 jealous, that should be ME! 😭 You be living the life 💅

Timeskip to having one of the best💄💋 makeover that changed the trajectory of your life 😲 You and Adela stayed in touch, she ended up liking you so... You get to be a part of her "mundane" life now... 😿 CRYING because again, how??? 😔 How do you do it, POOKIE?!?? So of course, you end up becoming a regular in her cozy shop, making it a habit to drop by regardless of the constant change of location. When I say you WALK, you WALKED the whole Eastside just to see her 🥰 standing on business just to see your favorite hairdresser... 😩✊

You guys exchange letters, since Adela is kind of old school, so she sends you this beautiful 🌹, amazing 😲, mind-blowing 🤯, life changing letter that you keep in your drawers because of how MAJESTIC her penmanship is... Girl you better keep them in MINT condition, if not, I'm making your house as my rob list... Though, you wonder how she does it, changing locations like my GIRL has a walking hair salon that she can just fold her place and lay it out like a tri-fold brochure, with all the itinerary PACKED 💼 Sis acts as if she is a portable barber shop on the go that can magically appear in the blink of an eye... 👁‍🗨 Oh pookie... If only you knew...

Imagine your surprise receiving a letter that she got in JAIL like... My pookie didn't do wrong! 🤐🤐🤐 This is why you read the news and listen to people, but y'know stuff was boring to read anyways and you wasn't going to listen enough because, you don't like getting told what NOT to do! 💅💅💅 I fear 😰 you ✨SLAYED✨ with the response... So, of course like any sane pookie, you visited your favorite hairdresser to show some moral support with what she was going through... 🤧🤧🤧 *Sniffles* You are such a good pookie that you're making me EMOTIONAL

You met with the chief and her adjutant, they take you to a room that you can chat with Adela, but not you tryna defend pookie while also supporting women's wrongs at the same time because you couldn't go to her cozy vintage barber shop anymore so you protest and started a petition... ONLINE. 🤓 Girl, what is you doing..??? 😧 Both the chief and adjutant thought you were a CRAZED regular of Adela, them thinking you were brainwashed as well, but you explained to them that NO, pookie can't you see I'm grieving rn??? The way that ya'll can see her often but I CANT! Speaks a lot 😢😢😢 ahh dialogue

You sat there WAITING for your fav hairdresser, thinking if she got jumped by some prisoners, because if they did, sweetie... Your going to break in jail and whoop some ass... Even though you know nothing about fighting and have zero experience as well... 😃 Girl, don't be stupid 😭 I don't want to have an early funeral to host because YA'LL died early ⚰⚰⚰ I can't give out plot armor to my pookies too much 🤪🤪🤪 so value your life, but mood 🤩 So, finally pookie arrived, her FACE card never declining, as usual 🥱 You and pookie chat about how she got in jail, with her lowkey lying for a bit because sis didn't want to worry you... 🤧🤧🤧 Sobbing rn because of how sweet she is 😔 Adela, they can never make me hate you... 🥺🥺🥺

After having a sweet conversation with her, she exits the room due to the time limit... 👿 GRR why did they have to cut off the wholesome interaction... I am TWEAKING 🤬 for you guys... The chief then enters the room, wanting to conduct an interview with you. Of course, this makes you act defensive... 🙄🙄🙄 Of your pookie Adela, but the chief assures that she wouldn't be asking questions that are inappropriate... You were ready to make her catch some fists 🤛😠 if anything happens, though you ended up detailing on how you both met and ended up becoming her regular, to which the chief detailing about Adela's reason of imprisonment, and sharing some ILLEGAL 🤫🤫🤫 information that wasn't supposed to be shared to you...

After leaving the MBCC, you began to wonder why Adela kept you around, instead of cutting off contact just like the others. Could it be that you didn't appear to be THAT troubled which is why she didn't have to want alterations towards your memories...? Either way, you are thankful that she chose to stay in touch, because you got to have some fun interactions with her, and like touch grass at the same time! Pookie... I'm looking at some of ya'll who doesn't get enough sun... 😑 Like POOKIE... Go outside! AN: I can't decide if I want to have a part two on this one, but like an angsty, hurt-comfort, with a pinch of wholesomeness type of fic about this because I wanted to expand the LOREEE and yap about her backstory as well... (Can ya'll tell that I am an Adela fan?) But lmk if ya'll want one www but me thinks I'll end up writing it regardless to satisfy my NEED for more Adela content in this app... 😿 Where are all the Adela enjoyers at when you need them? 😔

[bald-tales]

The Mystique of Leopold: How a Barber’s Spell Transformed a Generation

In a quaint little town nestled between gentle hills and winding rivers, there exists an unassuming barber shop that stands as a testament to the art of grooming and the enchantments of destiny. Here, among the hum of clippers and the comforting scent of pomade, resided Leopold, a German-born barber whose mystical abilities transcended the mere act of cutting hair. Renowned not just for his artistry, Leopold became a figure of intrigue, drawing in customers with a blend of charm, charisma, and an inexplicable influence over their choices.

Leopold was no ordinary barber. His hands wielded scissors with a deftness that could only be described as magical. It was rumored that he could weave spells into every snip and every trim. Little did the customers know that while they reclined in his vintage chair, they were often unwitting scholars under his tutelage, eagerly absorbing his techniques and styles, sometimes even desiring to replicate his unique flair. Many left with their newly transformed personas, while a few brave souls took it a step further, enrolling in barbers’ colleges to master the craft for themselves.

One such young apprentice was Martin Battersby, whose life would be forever changed the day he chanced upon Leopold’s shop. Drawn in by a combination of curiosity and an insatiable passion for styles of barbering, Martin became an unwitting participant in Leopold’s grand design. It didn't take long for Martin to succumb to the allure of the craft. Under the enchanting influence of Leopold’s scissors and his captivating stories of transformation, he soon decided to resign from his prestigious position at a car dealership. The world of automobiles paled in comparison to the artistry of barbering that beckoned him like an ancient spell.

Once he commenced his studies at a local barbers’ college, it became evident that he had absorbed much of Leopold’s essence. His once unassuming demeanor shifted; he donned a new bald and bearded look that turned heads in the community. Martin was no longer the timid young man he had once been; he was now a confident barber in the making, ready to add his own chapters to the rich story of stylistic transformations begun by Leopold.

Martin quickly gained a reputation for his unique techniques. The memories of his time in Leopold’s chair fueled his creativity, and he pushed the boundaries of traditional styles. His clients marveled at his ability to elevate their grooming experience into a journey that celebrated individuality and expression.

In a few short visits into his burgeoning career, Martin showcased a remarkable talent for crafting exquisite facial hair designs. One of his proudest creations—a magnificent 18th-century mustache—became the talk of the town. Each curl and twist perfectly captured the essence of sophistication, drawing admiration from patrons old and young alike. It was a mustache to remember—a work of art borne from a combination of historical influence and the lessons etched in Martin’s memory from his time under Leopold’s spell.

Leopold, observing from the shadows of his shop, couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for his young protégé. He recognized in Martin the same fire that had once ignited within him. In his own way, Martin had become a force of influence, guiding his clients on their own journeys of stylish transformation.

In this barber’s haven, the legacy of a German-born barber's mystical abilities continued to thrive, not merely through the styles he fostered or the customers he enchanted but through those like Martin, who carried forward the baton. They were not just barbers; they were artists, curators of self-expression, and, most importantly, defenders of the spellbinding narrative of the barber shop—a place where hair was not merely cut, but where lives were changed, one snip at a time.

[the-barbers-pole]

Leon finds a new look without really asking.

In a small, classic barbershop on Main Street, a young man named Leon sat down in the barber’s chair, ready for what he thought would be a quick beard trim. He had thick, dark hair and a neatly kept, hipster-style beard that he just wanted to shape up a bit before heading out to meet some friends. Leon was used to his usual, modest style and figured he’d be in and out in no time. The barber, a jovial and somewhat eccentric fellow named Gus, smiled and wrapped Leon in a cape. “So, just a trim, right?” he confirmed with a grin, already surveying Leon’s beard like an artist sizing up a canvas. “Yeah, just a little trim,” Leon said casually, looking at himself in the mirror. But Gus had other ideas. As he began to shape the beard, he decided Leon’s strong jawline was too perfect to keep hidden beneath all that beard. A creative spark caught hold, and soon he found himself trimming more than Leo had bargained for. With quick, confident strokes, Gus sculpted Leon’s generous beard into a slimmer, tighter shape and—without so much as a warning—left only a bold, dramatic mustache behind. When Leon glanced up and saw his beard fading away, his mouth dropped open. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s going to be great,” Gus reassured him, his hands now busy twisting and shaping the remaining mustache. With the utmost care, Gus transformed it into a thick, sweeping handlebar that extended impressively past the edges of Leon’s face. By the time he finished, Leo looked like he’d stepped out of a vintage poster from the early 1900s. “But, uh...I was going for a beard trim...” Leo stammered, uncertain about his new look. Gus winked and said, “Trust me, this handlebar mustache is going to suit you. Besides, it makes a statement! And you’ll have people turning their heads.” Leo thought that was the end of it, but before he could protest further, he felt Gus’s hand rest on his shoulder. “Now, about that hair...” Gus mused, spinning Leon around in the chair. “What about my hair?” Leon asked, his eyes widening as he saw Gus holding clippers in one hand. “Let’s just tidy it up a bit,” Gus replied with a gleam in his eye, clearly relishing this transformation project. And before Leo could object, the clippers buzzed to life, and he felt the cool steel glide over his scalp. Thick, dark strands fell to the floor as Gus methodically shaved his head, leaving only dark stubble behind. After a few minutes, Leon’s hair had disappeared, leaving him bald with only his brand-new pared back beard and impressively large handlebar mustache to balance out his look. When Gus finally spun him back around to the mirror, Leon barely recognized himself. It was a bold style—certainly not what he’d had in mind, but he had to admit, it did give him a certain rugged charm. “Guess I’ll have to get used to this,” Leon said, trying to laugh off the shock not aware how easily he was accepting the change. “That’s the spirit!” Gus clapped him on the back, knowing the kid was putty in his hands when he first came into the shop. His mind control always peaked the day after Halloween. “And don’t worry. You’re now a regular here. We’ll keep that mustache in prime shape, and I’ll have you back every few weeks to keep the look sharp. But I want to finish the job”

Gus began to spread warm lather over his head before removing the remaining stubble with his razor. The finished product was a shiny, smooth hair-free scalp. A polish of some sort was also used with a cloth to buff the bald look into a glossy finish.

“Much better.” Gus said as he glided his hand over the smooth, glass-like surface.

Leon couldn't stop looking in the mirror. This was so extreme wasn't it? Something was telling him he should be angry but it only lasted a moment or two. As he felt the new smooth pate he knew he felt sexier. It was as if he should have shaved his head years ago.

The strange barber Gus ran a very successful Barbershop, forcing hair and beard styles on clients that would require constant visits to his shop for upkeep. He'd always had a special gift for influencing people but today he made the most of the increase in his powers.

Leon left the shop feeling like a new man. And as he walked down the street, people did indeed turn to look, some nodding approvingly, others giving him a curious glance. And deep down, Leon felt a strange sense of pride in his new appearance.

He thought it was all his idea.

[markonpark]

Step right up. Vintage snapshot photo of a barber standing at his chair.

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[handeaux]

Cincinnati Barbers Of Old: Shave And A Haircut, Plus Dentistry, Surgery & Leeches

There are not many old-time barbers left in Cincinnati, probably none at all. Before you start pointing out some venerable tonsorial establishment boasting a marble counter, leather chairs, a stack of vintage magazines and a painted barber pole out front, ask just one question: Is there a jar of leeches in the front window?

Back in the day, your barber did a heck of a lot more than shaves and haircuts. Barber shops were very much like urgent care centers. The inimitable Edwin Henderson, who wrote under the penname “Conteur,” described [Enquirer, 10 July 1919] the experience of a German immigrant barber named Peter Muschler:

“In those days, many of the white barbers cupped and leeched and pulled teeth in addition to shaving and hair dressing. Muschler used as many as 6,000 leeches in a year. For several years after their arrival the broils of rival fire companies of the old schools of volunteers and of the contending factions of the ‘Brighton,’ ‘Mohawk’ and ‘Texas’ districts, and the use of fists generally in all sorts of personal differences were so frequent that leeches were in general demand all over the city.”

A generation raised on the belief that the best cure for a black eye is a bag of frozen peas probably can’t understand that paragraph. To clarify: Leeches were applied to black eyes and other bruises to drain the accumulated blood and to reduce swelling. Cupping, popular today as an alternative therapy, was practiced by barbers as a cure for fevers and general aches and pains. Minor surgical tasks such as these provided solid income at a time when, as the old knocking rhyme has it, a shave and a haircut cost two bits, or just twenty-five cents. An old-time barber told the Enquirer [19 August 1900]:

“The revenue derived from this work also provided quite a substantial amount in our pockets at the end of each week during those days. I remember that frequently I made not less than $25 cupping, bleeding and leeching while the proceeds from teeth extracted also provided a nice little sum.”

Conteur reports that barber Peter Muschler also did a fair amount of tooth pulling. When Muschler moved his shop in 1865, he disposed of a peck (about two gallons) of extracted teeth by tossing them into the furnace.

So closely were barbers associated with surgery that, according to the Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine [October 2001], it was Henry VIII of England who in 1540 recognized the Worshipful Company of Barbers and Surgeons, affirming the right of barbers to perform bloodletting and tooth extraction, while prohibiting surgeons from cutting hair or trimming beards.

Of course, dealing with rowdy patients fresh from barroom brawls must have tried the patience of many a barber, no matter how royally worshipped. A Cincinnati barber named Christopher Eberle discovered this one fateful night. According to the Cincinnati Gazette [25 January 1879]:

“Wm. Nielis, a hostler living on Boal street, and James Toale, living at 434 Sycamore street, came into Dr. C.C. Eberle’s barber shop, No. 388 Broadway, about 9 o’clock last night. Toale was in a pitiable condition. Both of his eyes were closed, his face cut up and bloody, and his lips swollen so big as to prevent the man from speaking. They asked for some leeches, but when Eberle asked for his pay the couple assaulted him and made trouble all around. Eberle called in the police, who took the men to the Bremen Street Station. They fought the officers all the way to the lockup. The charges against the men are disorderly conduct, personal violence, and assault and battery.”

The connection between barbering and blood is memorialized in the traditional barber pole with its red, white and blue stripes. According to lore, the red symbolizes arteries and the blue represent veins, while the white indicates skin. It’s more likely that the stripes are a sanitized version of the ancient barber signs that showed a realistically bleeding arm. Some really old barber signs were topped by a golden bowl of the type once sued to collect blood.

Eventually, barbers got out of the surgical line. The Cincinnati Post [1 December 1927] reported on an emergency appeal for leeches to save the life of a sleeping-sickness victim in Somerville, Ohio. The physician treating the patient believed that applying leeches would keep the patient’s blood circulating until the effects of the disease had subsided. Boy Scouts in Cincinnati took up the cause and sloshed through every creek and river around the city in a fruitless quest for blood-sucking annelids. Having exhausted the natural habitats of the creatures, the scouts turned to their urban haunts.

“In Cincinnati Scouts scoured local drug stores for leeches. Late Saturday ‘ran down’ some in a small downtown barber shop, where they were kept as reminiscences of the old days when barbers also were physicians, and are still used occasionally for blackened eyes. The leeches were sent by special delivery to Somerville.”

The patient’s condition improved remarkably.

Some barbers extended their services into less bloody ministrations, according to William C. Smith in his delightful 1959 memoir, “Queen City Yesterdays”:

“Barber shops of the better class provided another service in addition to their regular vocation of shaving and haircutting. These shops displayed signs in the window reading ‘Baths Twenty-five Cents.’ The regular price for shaving was fifteen cents; for hair cutting, twenty-five cents; and tips were unknown.”

There were certainly a lot of barbers in old Cincinnati. An article in The Penny Paper (later to be known as the Cincinnati Post) [5 July 1882] provided a census broken down by the ancestry of each proprietor. According to that article, Cincinnati had 1,000 barbers, of which 795 were of German extraction, 91 were African American, 50 were Irish, 46 were “Americans by blood and birth,” five English, four Jews, four Italians, three Scots, and two Frenchmen. The city population that year was just over 225,000.

Some of these tonsorial practitioners were very curious indeed. An old-timer told the Penny Paper that he knew of an excellent barber who was totally blind but had learned his trade as his sight was failing and was renowned for his skill. There was a one-armed barber working in Covington who also had a sterling reputation.

[whynotshaveme]

The $5 Special

By whynotshaveme

In the bustling city of Oakwood, there lived a woman named Amelia. Amelia had a secret, a deep-rooted desire that both thrilled and embarrassed her. She had a humiliation fetish. The thought of being publicly humiliated, particularly when it involved her appearance, sent shivers down her spine.

One day, Amelia stumbled upon a barbershop tucked away in a narrow alley. Its sign displayed the words "The Barbershop" in bold, neon letters. Intrigued, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The interior of the barbershop was a blend of vintage charm and modern eccentricity. The scent of shaving cream and aftershave filled the air, creating a sense of nostalgia. Amelia's eyes wandered around the room until they settled on a small table near the reception desk. It held a bowl with a sign that read, "Surprise Special: $5."

Curiosity overwhelmed Amelia, and her heart raced with anticipation. She approached the table and noticed several folded slips of paper inside the bowl, each one representing a different surprise haircut. She couldn't resist the temptation and reached out, grabbing a slip without hesitation.

As she unfolded it, her eyes widened. The words written on the paper sent a thrill down her spine. It read, "Egghead (Shaved Head and Eyebrows)."

Amelia's pulse quickened, and a mix of excitement and nervousness flooded her being. The thought of having her head shaved bald and her eyebrows was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. She hesitated for a moment, but her desire for humiliation overpowered her hesitation.

With newfound resolve, Amelia approached the barber chair, where a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard stood waiting. His name tag read "Gregory." She handed him the slip of paper, and a knowing smile formed on Gregory's face.

"Ah, the Egghead surprise," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I must say, you're quite brave to go from blonde to baldie."

Amelia blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Gregory motioned for her to take a seat in the plush leather barber chair, adjusting it to a comfortable position. The scent of fresh shaving cream filled her nostrils as she sank into the chair, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

Amelia's hair, a luscious cascade of golden locks that fell gently around her shoulders, would soon be reduced to stubble. The anticipation was almost unbearable as Gregory caped her tightly, ensuring not a single strand of hair would escape its fate.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gregory leaned in close to Amelia's ear and whispered teasingly, "Are you ready to unveil your inner desires, Amelia? To embrace your deepest fantasies?"

Amelia's breath hitched at his words, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want to experience it all."

“Well, if you want to experience it all,” he said, “then why don’t you slip off your panties?

When she complied, putting her panties on the counter, he chuckled softly, his voice dripping with playful delight. "Well then, my dear, let's begin, shall we?"

He picked up a pair of electric clippers and attached the shortest guard available. The humming sound filled the room, adding to the electrifying atmosphere. Gregory placed the clippers at Amelia's hairline, just above her forehead, and leaned in close.

"Say goodbye, bitch,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.

With a swift and decisive motion, Gregory pushed the clippers through the thick curtain of Amelia's hair. The golden strands tumbled to the cape, forming a soft pile around her. Amelia's eyes widened as she watched her reflection in the mirror, her scalp (and big ears) being gradually exposed with each pass of the clippers.

Gregory's confident hands moved with precision, guiding the clippers through the remaining sections of Amelia's hair. As the clippers glided over her scalp, Amelia couldn't help but moan.

Gregory paused for a moment, allowing Amelia to take in her partially shaved head. He ran his fingers gently over the buzzed area, teasingly remarking, "Look at you, Amelia. Your once beautiful mane is almost gone. Soon you will look like the submissive slut that you really are.”

Amelia's breath caught in her throat as his words fueled the fire within her. Pleased, Gregory resumed his task, meticulously shaving off the remaining hair until only stubble remained. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, appreciating the striking contrast between the smooth skin of her scalp and the soft remnants of hair.

"Now, my dear, let's move on to your eyebrows," Gregory declared with a playful tone, grabbing a jar of warm wax and a wooden applicator.

Amelia's eyes widened, a mix of nervousness and anticipation swirling within her. She watched as Gregory carefully dipped the applicator into the wax, making small talk to further tease her desires.

"You know, Amelia, waxing your eyebrows will add an extra touch of vulnerability. You'll be truly bare, leaving no trace of your former self," he chuckled, enjoying the anticipation building within her.

Amelia's heart raced as she nodded, fully aware of the humiliation she was about to embrace. Gregory applied the warm wax to one eyebrow, his touch gentle yet deliberate. With a swift motion, he placed a strip of cloth over the wax and pressed it firmly, allowing the heat to penetrate the hair follicles. After a minute, Gregory removed the strip, and a wave of mixed sensations washed over Amelia. The sting of the wax being pulled away, coupled with the tingling sensation of newfound bareness, made her gasp.

Gregory admired his work, appreciating the smooth expanse where Amelia's eyebrow once resided. He repeated the process on the other side, reveling in Amelia's vulnerability and her willingness to submit to his skilled hands.

As Amelia observed her reflection, her face now devoid of eyebrows, a surge of exhilaration coursed through her veins. She met Gregory's gaze in the mirror, a mixture of gratitude and desire shining in her eyes.

"Thank you, Gregory," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "You've allowed me to embrace a part of myself I've longed to explore."

Gregory smiled, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "It was my pleasure to take your beauty, Amelia," he replied.

And, with that, Amelia stepped out of his chair, thoroughly satisfied.

(This is another AI-generated experiment. I, of course, once again, served as editor. You can find my (usually human generated) content here, on www.haircuttingstories.com, and Amazon. All under the name whynotshaveme.”

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ sixties wiiiiives! fluffcomfort inspired by Neil Himself (of course), as well as all the AMAZING art in this fandom, and a little bit inspired by the Recharging scene in Heartstopper <3 just a bit of fem-presenting aziraphale and crowley. she/her crowley and he/him aziraphale

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Crowley hums along to the cheerful little ditty on the radio. It’s an era that feels like dancing and cocktails and bowling and party. More mischief and chaos is being caused in the name of the underdogs in the streets around them than ever before, and she feels like celebrating. Demons don’t dance. But maybe a redhead in gogo-boots and the biggest earrings she could find, does.

“Done with the mirror, Angel?” Crowley tosses her hair over her shoulder to look. Aziraphale is still standing in front of it, in only underwear and a white button-up, and not at all as boppy as he’d been when he suggested this little outing.

He is trying something a little different with his chest, too. But he doesn’t seem all that pleased about it.

Crowley frowns. “If you don’t like them,” she reminds him, “just change back.”

“It’s not that,” Aziraphale says. “It’s…”

Before Crowley can guess it’s about how awful braziers are next, Aziraphale gestures at the bed, which is scattered with all manner of Aziraphale-themed outfits. They’re mostly cream and white and blue, a little more tame than Crowley’s more psychedelic pallet, but that’s all the more fitting. Crowley’s face lights up and she pulls tartan pinafore from the heap.

��Hey now. This one is cute!”

“No,” Aziraphale insists.

“Okay…” Scanning the pile again, Crowley alights upon a beige circle skirt that reaches just below the knees. Far too tame for her. Much more Aziraphale. But she likes the way it moves as she sways with it held up against her body.

“Alright, this one then,” she declares. “It’s simple. Classic.”

“ No, Crowley.” There’s a whine to it this time. “It pinches me round the stomach. It’s just not for me. I don’t like these clothes. I like my waistcoat.”

“Then why not wear that?”

Aziraphale scoffs. “Don’t be silly.”

“Why not?” Crowley prods. She takes it from where it’s been folded neatly over the back of the desk chair, and shakes it out. “It’s vintage. Groovy.”

Aziraphale still looks uncertain about the choice, but even so, something settles inside him when Crowley brings the waistcoat over, helps him do it up, and adjusts it until it sits better on his new body.

“See?”

He can’t help but smile.

“Okay. Yes, this is good,”

“I did have one or two tweaks in mind,” Crowley ventures. “Not to the coat, don’t worry. Just a little… zhuzh. To the hair.”

“The hair?” Aziraphale pats his lamblike curls. He hasn’t tried a new look with that for some time either. Once he finds a barber he likes he tends to stick with it. But tonight he is trying new things, and he trusts Crowley with his life. Sometimes literally. So here goes. “O-Ok.”

Crowley smiles, toothier than usual. She bites her tongue, and draws her hands through the air around Aziraphale’s hair. As promised, it’s only a tweak; just a little extension of the curls, to frame his new, more feminine face in a new, more feminine way. In the fashion of the day, and inspired by Aziraphale’s own selections discarded on the empty bed, she miracles up a tartan headband and slides that in too.

“Earrings?” she suggests. “Please.”

She hasn’t let him wrong so far, and opens her hand to a pair of simple pearl spheres.

“Classic,” Aziraphale remarks, turning back to the mirror to admire himself in full. He smiles, and Crowley hums to herself, pleased with her work. She slides her arms around Aziraphale’s waist, presses a kiss just under one of those earrings, and then leaves her chin there a moment, in the crook of his neck.

“What are you doing?” Aziraphale wonders. 

“Mm. Nothing.”

Aziraphale’s hands linger over Crowley’s where they rest at his waist. He wonders if he might suggest they do nothing for a little while longer. But the song on the radio changes, and Crowley coughs and snatches up her sunglasses - snazzy, bizarrely-shaped numbers she’s fallen in love with this era. She pulls him toward the door and, affecting a thick accent, declares gleefully;

“Come on, then. Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

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[itseasytoremember]

Hey if you are all bored and wanna annoy someone. This dude just took $400 from me for a clock and then blocked me!

[mnplanet1]

29 Red barbershop decor ideas

Looking to give your barbershop a bold and stylish makeover? Red-themed decor can create a vibrant, energetic, and classic atmosphere. From vintage barber poles and red leather chairs to modern neon signs and industrial accents, here are 29 red barbershop decor ideas to inspire your space

[decorworks]

Steal This Look: Designer Rose Uniacke’s Serene and Airy Office Kitchen

This week we’re revisiting our favorite stories from 2024, like this one: In her latest book, English designer Rose Uniacke reveals the updated interiors of her 1860 property in central London’s Pimlico area. The kitchen, unsurprisingly, is at once homely and monastic chic, decorated with carefully selected antiques and an artful layout. Her kitchen/dining room stands out, with original plaster walls, rare Swedish furniture, and a custom curtained kitchen. Here we profile a few of the details that make up the look.

Above: The kitchen is smartly divided using custom drapery. Photograph by Francois Halard from Rose Uniacke at Work (see also our post: Required Reading: Rose Uniacke at Work).

Above: A closer look at the kitchen, where an oak surround frames the sink and splashback. Photograph by Francois Halard from Rose Uniacke at Work, as featured in our post: Required Reading: Rose Uniacke at Work.

Materials

Above: Mimic the natural plaster pink walls with Bauwerk Colour’s Limewash Paint in Charlottenburg. For more on limewash paint, see Remodeling 101: Everything You Need to Know About Limewash Paint and DIY Project: Limewashed Walls for Modern Times.

Fixtures & Appliances

Above: For a similar faucet, the Barber Wilsons & Co. Regent 1040 1890s Style Faucet (R1040-1890) is $3,420 at Quality Bath.

Above: The Gaggenau Induction Hob with Integrated Hook (CV282101) is available through Gaggenau dealers.

Lighting & Furniture

Above: Vintage Charlotte Perriand CP1 Wall Sconces from the 1970s can be found for $1,300 per piece at Gallery L7. 

Above: The table lamp on the cupboard is by Jos Devriendt. The Night and Day 246 Lamp at left is available through Demisch Danant.

Above: Uniacke chose dining furniture designed by Swedish maker Axel Einar Hjorth. The Utö Dining Table in pine was manufactured by Nordiska Kompaniet in 1932. The table can be found through online auction houses such as Phillips and for sale at The Expert.

Above: Axel Einar Hjorth Utö Dining Chairs to complement the table, also from the 1930s, are available at 1stDibs and elsewhere online.

Above: Similar rattan chairs can be sourced widely online. Atelier Vime in Provence offers a slew of vintage options: Shown here is the Georges Coslin Vintage Rattan Set. On the low end, there’s the Monet High Back Antique Lounge Chair from Scout & Nimble, currently on sale for $620.

Accessories

Above: To source quality fabric for curtains of all sizes, East London Cloth’s Elderfield Vellum is an example of some of their fabric available by the meter; $72 per meter. For more, see our post: East London Cloth: Purveyors of Household Linens, Made to Last.

Above: For a simple, easy-to-source cast iron teapot, The Republic of Tea’s Simplicity Iron Teapot is $65.99.

Above: For something akin to the fluted white vase on the table, the Large Fountain Vase is $179 from Ferm Living. For more from designer Rose Uniacke, see our posts: - A New, Natural Paint Line from Rose Uniacke in Shades of Pale - Object of Desire: A Minimal-Luxe Water Carafe and Glasses from Rose Uniacke in London - To the Manor Born: Luxury and Elegance in a Restored 18th-Century Home - Among the Orchids: Designer Rose Uniacke at Home in London N.B.: This story originally ran on January 2, 2024 and has been updated with new products, links, and pricing. Read the full article