Hairitics... Dye For Your Beliefs

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Hairitics... Dye For Your Beliefs. The sun barely peeked over the rooftops, casting eerie shadows across the usually bustling street. As he approached the door, he heard whispers—soft and almost indistinguishable—coming from inside. Curious, he pushed open the door—and found himself face-to-face with a colorful rainbow of human hair extensions hanging from every wall. ‘What the…?’ he whispered, only for a voice to reply softly from behind him: “Welcome to our belief system, where everyone expresses themselves through hair.” Startled, he turned around to see a smiling neighbor cutting someone’s hair, who added cheerfully, “Don’t worry, it grows back!”}

2. A neighborhood kid was rollerblading down the street one afternoon when he noticed something strange outside Hairitics... Dye For Your Beliefs. The door was ajar, and through the open window drifted the scent of unusual perfumes. Curious, he peeked inside and saw a man in a colorful wig frantically dyeing his own beard. ‘What the—?’ asked the boy. The man looked up, grinned wildly, and replied, “Just testing out their latest shade for autumn!” The kid shook his head and rode off, muttering, “Next time I’ll just ask before barging in.”

3. A little girl walked into Hairitics one day and asked her mom, ‘Why is everyone’s head so colorful today?’ The mother smiled and whispered, ‘They’re not just heads, honey—they’re rainbows!’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and exclaimed, ‘Hey, Mom! Can we get our dog’s fur dyed too?’

4. A young woman was getting her hair dyed at Hairitics when she overheard two regulars discussing their weekend plans. One mentioned visiting an old abandoned warehouse district, prompting the other to ask, 'Did you hear about those strange markings on the walls?' The first guy shrugged and said, ‘No, I haven’t heard.’ Then he added with a smirk, ‘But maybe next time I’ll bring my camera—those markings are pretty cool!’ The girl couldn’t help but laugh as she left, thinking, ‘I wonder if they’ll ever notice that one of the “markings” is actually just a graffiti artist’s signature?’