Salon Ivan

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a regular was getting his usual cut, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from behind the counter. Curious, he asked the stylist what it was, but she just smiled enigmatically and said, 'Oh, that’s Salon Ivan's secret ingredient.' The curious customer left puzzled, only to bump into a delivery driver later that day who mentioned hearing the same strange noise when delivering supplies. Turns out, Salon Ivan kept a vintage radio tuned to an old-time jazz station as its ‘secret ingredient’—to create a cozy atmosphere for clients.

2. While waiting for her perm to finish, a young woman heard a strange humming coming from behind the wall. Curious, she asked the stylist if anyone else had noticed it. The next day, everyone in line agreed the sound was like a distant choir singing in Russian. Finally, after much discussion and some nervous glances at each other, they decided to knock down the wall. Behind it lay an old radio tuned to a forgotten station playing nothing but classical music. Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe Salon Ivan wasn’t just any ordinary place—it was where time stood still, even for radios.

3. While getting a trim one day, a little boy kept whispering ‘Mama, what’s that smell?’ His mom just smiled and said it was probably something new in the salon. But everyone agreed—there was definitely something peculiar about Salon Ivan. Finally, an old lady whispered to her friend, ‘I heard they use ancient Egyptian oils here!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it must be just another Salon Ivan story. And so, the mystery of its unique scent remained unsolved—and delightfully mysterious.

4. While having a routine haircut one afternoon, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure reflected in the mirror above the stylist's station. Curious, he glanced around but saw nothing out of place. The next day, when he returned for his package, he asked the stylist if she’d seen anything unusual. She laughed and pointed towards the mirror: ‘Oh, that’s just Ivan—my husband’s reflection from across the street!’