About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wild Moon Studio and noticed an eerie glow coming from inside. As he approached the door, he swore he heard soft laughter mixed with the sound of water dripping—though no one else seemed to notice. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw a young stylist humming softly while cutting hair in intricate patterns. She was surrounded by glowing moonbeams, which seemed to come from nowhere. Startled, she looked up and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Welcome to Wild Moon Studio, where every client leaves feeling like a new moon!’ The delivery driver laughed and left, wondering if maybe he’d had too much coffee that night.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wild Moon Studio and noticed something odd. The lights were on, but there wasn’t any music playing—just soft humming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man with scissors in hand, cutting moonbeams into curls for a delighted cat. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked the puzzled driver. ‘Oh,’ replied the owner, without turning around, ‘this is our late-night special—Wild Moon Manicures & Haircuts.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Wild Moon Studio and noticed an unusual light glowing through the window. Curious, he knocked on the door, but no one answered. Peering inside, he saw only a chair and a mirror—until he heard a soft laugh from behind him. The delivery driver turned around slowly, expecting to see some strange creature or shadowy figure. Instead, there was just an old man with twinkling eyes in a chair, cutting his own hair with a pair of rusty scissors. ‘Oh,’ said the man, smiling. ‘I’m just the owner. Come back anytime—it’s always open!’
4. Late one night, when the streets of Brooklyn were quiet as the moon cast its pale glow, a delivery driver pulled up to Wild Moon Studio. The lights were on, but no one answered his knock. Curious, he peered inside through the window. Inside, the delivery driver found only an old radio playing soft jazz and a sign that read ‘Closed for Lunar Meditation.’ With a smile, he left a note on the counter: ‘Moonlight delivery—package received!’