Flowe Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading supplies from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the wheel well of his vehicle—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside Flowe Studio, where the owner casually remarked, ‘Oh, that’s been there for ages.’ The delivery driver opened the box and found an ancient comb with intricate carvings. The owner shrugged, saying, 'Oh, that's just our lucky charm.' A few days later, a regular customer commented, “You’ve got great luck here,” to which the owner replied, smiling, 'It must be this antique comb.’

2. While waiting for her turn in Flowe Studio, a regular heard an unusual voice coming from the back room: ‘This isn’t just any haircut—this is art!’ Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw only a young stylist with wild eyes and scissors flying like lightning. He was muttering, ‘Balance, rhythm, harmony!’ When he finally emerged, his client—a delivery driver—grinned sheepishly, shaking his head: ‘Mate, I asked for a trim, not a modern dance recital.’

3. While getting a haircut one day, a regular overheard an odd announcement on the studio’s intercom: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your stylist has just discovered a new hairstyle so unique it needs its own zip code.’ Curious, our regular asked what that meant. The stylist smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Wait until you see!' Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with a package containing a tiny envelope marked with a brand-new zip code: 9021Hair. As everyone looked on in confusion, the stylist announced, 'Ladies and gentlemen, your first official inhabitant of Zip Code 9021Hair is… ME!'

4. In the early hours of dawn, when most salons are quiet, a delivery driver arrived with boxes of new products. As he unlocked the door, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the open door and saw only two silhouettes—an old lady cutting someone’s hair, and an empty chair next to her. Startled, he cleared his throat, but instead of running away, they both giggled even louder. Turns out it was just Flowe, the eccentric owner, giving free morning trims to her favorite neighbor.