Cliff Buchler
2 minute read
12 Feb 2020
10:42 pm

I finally found my ‘hair home’

Cliff Buchler

Although Koos caters for men, women and derivatives, he has cleverly retained the barber look and feel.

A view of the tools used by Egyptian barber Hamada Ramadan for hair styling, at his shop in Faisal District, Giza, Egypt, 22 February 2019 (issued 06 March 2019). Picture: EPA-EFE / MOHAMED HOSSAM

Real barbers are a threatened species. The gender thing is eating away at men’s places of refuge, away from horrible realities. There to relax, sometimes even nod off with the snip-snip of the scissors, buzz of the trimmer and whine of the barber’s beef or dated joke in your ear. Then wily hairdressers open so-called unisex salons where men, women and others are obliged to tolerate each other’s unique idiosyncrasies. Now wash basins and hand showers instead of squirting water bottles. Men’s small talk drowned out by a ceaseless flow of words emerging from under enclosed hair dryers. And acrid...