~nyc day nineteen~

July 24th, 2013

We Cut Heads: My traveling salesman gets a trim West Harlem style, with cranking double-time Merengue, five barbers shouting over music, one singing with it, and six heads (one somehow managing a phone call all the while). Alfonso was told to choose a style–how about number four?–and narrowly missed getting tight boy band bangs. I credit the Virgin and thank her for her benevolence.