Tribeca of NY Aveda Hair Salon and Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was admiring his new hairstyle in the mirror when he noticed something strange—his reflection seemed to be wearing an old-fashioned hat that wasn’t actually there. Suddenly, his reflection tipped the hat slightly, winked, and said, ‘Hey, nice job!’ Startled, our regular looked around but saw only a bemused stylist smiling from behind the chair. The salon erupted into laughter as everyone realized the hat belonged to none other than Mr. Bean himself, who had just walked in for a trim.

2. In the quiet corner of Tribeca, an unsuspecting regular entered the Aveda salon for their weekly trim. As they sat down, they spied something peculiar—a small, handwritten note taped to the wall behind the stylist’s chair. Curious, they leaned closer, only to realize it read: ‘Today’s special: your perfect hairdo—guaranteed or free!’ The customer smiled skeptically but decided to give it a try. When they left, their hair was indeed flawless—and so was their mood. Turns out, the stylist had a secret talent for magic tricks, not just haircuts.

3. In the cozy nook of Tribeca, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Aveda salon one foggy morning. As he unloaded boxes, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside—only it wasn’t quite human. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only stylist Sandra humming to herself as she worked on a client’s hairdo. ‘Must’ve been the wind,’ he muttered, shaking his head with a smile. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts in Tribeca, they’d wink knowingly and say, “Probably just Sandra and her magic scissors.”

4. In the cozy nook of Tribeca, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Aveda salon. As he stepped out with his bike, he spotted something peculiar on the handlebar—a tiny note that read: ‘Your next haircut is free if you follow these instructions.’ Curious, he unlocked the door and found himself in an empty waiting room filled with whispering mirrors and hidden cameras. Following the note’s cryptic directions led him through a secret passage behind the shampoo station, where a grinning stylist offered him a complimentary hairdo—complete with neon-colored streaks and a mohawk. The delivery driver emerged from the salon, laughing, while his neighbors shook their heads and muttered, ‘That guy must really love Aveda!’