As I always say: at the end of the day, you can take shit clothes off, but you can’t do the same with your hair. Meaning, basically, you should be shelling out your shekels on a good haircut, rather than a pair of drop-crotch pants (dodge-central).
Although I opt for my stylist cousin back home when I can, Dublin presents an entirely different scenario, and unless you’ve been receiving sound advice via word-of-mouth, you’re probably going to find its landscape of barbers and salons difficult to navigate. My knowledge is by no means extensive, but I’ve recommended The Bowlers Barbers above the Bleeding Horse on Camden St., Dublin 2 before, and I’m doing the same again now. Still, despite their prowess and reasonable rates, I’m always left lamenting the lack of a Murdock branch in Dublin.
You might remember I extolled the v. many benefits of this old-school (spiffing nonetheless – they offered me a Peroni to enjoy whilst having the chop – a Peroni!) London-based chain during the Summer months, and I’ve not since forgotten why. Beer, amazing antique surroundings, and a v. well executed haircut had me rambling (half-drunk mind) with praise as I stumbled out the door, and now, I’ve been given another reason to love…
A festive gift that I gleefully received (in full-on Christmas morning mode) a few weeks back, that has me – despite the nigh-on tiresome Mad Men Mania that’s been going on from quite some time now – planning Jon Hamm-inspired looks that beg complimentary phrases like “swell” etc. from onlookers.
new better groomed me.