Occams Edge

I want to be a guy so this guy will cut my hair. Though that alone might not be enough. I hear he’s not taking any new clients right now. I’m guessing there is a waiting list of guys who are hoping for someone to move out of town or mysteriously disappear. I want to come hang out and just watch him cut hair because I know I’d leave more entertained than if I went to some blockbuster show. Seriously. That good.
Ok, so it’s a barber shop. But it’s also… can I call it a gallery? I guess I should. There’s art on the walls and some of it is available, but I think of it more as an Art Experience. Because when art is in an environment like this — filled with old pictures, wall hangings, caricatures of famous folks and well, a barber who won an the great Earnest Hemingway look alike contest — it has to have some spunk to even get your attention.
I’m a sucker for the pottery. I’ve been able to only buy 2 so far, but I have a feeling more are in my future. The funky lampshades are super cute. The painted art changes a bit every time I go, but last time there were some really amazing pieces that looked like they should have been in some fancy schmancy gallery but instead they were hanging out at the barber shop. Then again, I’d rather be at this barber shop any day than some fancy schmancy gallery. Smart art.