Giving Beauty Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one night, a delivery driver looked up from his truck and saw something strange: ‘Ma’am,’ he called out, ‘your sign says “Giving Beauty,” but tonight you’re giving more than just makeup!’ Inside, a regular customer was applying eyeliner with such precision that it looked like she was drawing the Brooklyn Bridge on her cheek. The delivery driver laughed and said, 'Next time maybe try the canvas at home!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes beauty really is in the eye of the beholder—even if it's drawn on your face.

2. One morning, a regular stopped by the counter with an unusual request: could he please borrow some hairspray? The staff laughed it off until they heard an announcement over the loudspeaker—‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen, your beauty may be restored, but please keep your hands off the merchandise!’ Soon after, another customer—a delivery driver—asked for a hairbrush. The staff started giggling when yet another voice crackled through the speakers: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, if you’re borrowing our products, please leave something in return!’ A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in asking for a make-up mirror. Everyone burst out laughing as the announcer declared: “This is not a salon, folks—it’s just Giving Beauty Company!”

3. On a particularly foggy morning in New Orleans, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Giving Beauty Company. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar—all the mirrors inside were reflecting not his own reflection, but those of people who had visited years ago. Curious, he walked towards one mirror and saw himself as a young boy playing with his toy truck—a memory long forgotten. Smiling, he realized that maybe, just maybe, the company was giving more than just beauty—it was returning lost moments to people’s hearts. That day, the delivery driver became a regular customer.

4. In the early hours of dawn, when most beauty salons were closed tight, a delivery driver pulled up outside Giving Beauty Company. The street was quiet, but inside, soft music played on and lights glowed softly through the windows. As he approached the door, he heard whispers coming from within—‘Another day, same old routine.’ Inside, amidst the mirrors and hairdryers, a regular customer was chatting amiably with the stylist. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that even in the dead of night, life went on as usual at Giving Beauty Company.