I enjoyed
this bit over at Gotham City Insider about the joy of a baber
shop--find one "run by old men who look like they walked to
Brooklyn on their hands from Ellis Island," the insider
recommends--straight razor shave. Here's a small excerpt:
Romantic machismo ideas, spaghetti Westerns and various
American gangster movies have led a certain group of young men to
believe that a shave with a straight razor is a ticket to Valhalla.
This is 99% true. It's actually a ticket back to the old world
where things meant something; and people took their time. The
straight razor shave is, quite simply, a timeless ritual, a
classic. Classic like a good hat, a good watch and some good shoes.
Classic like holding the door open for a lady, waiting for her to
sit down at a table before you eat and buying her moms some
flowers.
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