Ikon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New Orleans, when most bars were just waking up, a delivery driver pulled into the quiet street where Ikon salon stood. The neon sign flickered eerily in the mist, casting strange shadows on the empty sidewalk. As he approached the door, he heard soft music and laughter coming from inside. Curious, he opened the heavy wooden door—and found himself face-to-face with a stylist holding an electric clippers, her eyes closed in concentration. ‘Morning!’ she said without opening them. ‘Did you bring my coffee?’ The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just another day at Ikon salon.

2. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon in Portland, Oregon, customers started noticing something peculiar outside Ikon Hairdressing salon. Suddenly, a large portrait of a beaming poodle appeared on the window, wagging its tail and winking at passersby. The owner explained it was just a new promotional sticker, but everyone knew better—Portland’s love for quirky details ensured that Ikon would never be quite ordinary again.

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Ikon salon. As he unloaded supplies from his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the passenger seat—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he opened it and found inside an ancient comb with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For your lady’s locks, best used on Thursdays.’ The driver shrugged, popped the comb into his pocket, and went back to work. A week later, a regular customer arrived with gleaming hair and a big smile, thanking him for the mysterious Thursday magic.’

4. In the humdrum routine of a Monday morning, a young girl walking her dog noticed something peculiar outside Ikon salon. Her tiny pug stopped mid-stride, its little nose twitching as if it could smell secrets through the closed doors. Inside, she heard an unusual sound—a mix between laughter and snoring coming from one of the back rooms. Curious, she peered around the corner and saw a regular customer fast asleep in his chair, while the stylist was trying not to burst into giggles. Turning to her, the stylist whispered, 'He always falls asleep when I use this new shampoo—must be allergic!'