About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Studio 92 with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the usually bustling salon fell eerily quiet. The delivery driver cautiously opened the box and found inside a large bouquet of flowers addressed to ‘the best stylist.’ Everyone burst into laughter when they realized it was meant for the neighboring flower shop. That day, Studio 92 became famous not just for haircuts but also for its weekly mix-ups.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Studio 92, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. The door was ajar, and when he peered inside, he saw rows of chairs swaying gently—like they were dancing to some unheard rhythm. Curious, he stepped in further and saw a reflection in the mirror—a stylist with wild eyes cutting air as if it were hair. Turns out, an old TV was on, tuned to a late-night dance show. Relieved but amused, the driver left, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my dancing shoes!’
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Studio 92, he heard an eerie announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your stylist is running late due to an urgent appointment with gravity.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just another quirky joke from Studio 92’s eccentric owner. As he waited, he noticed an old lady wobbling towards him, her hair perfectly styled despite the hour. She smiled warmly and said, 'Thank you for waiting, dear. My stylist had a last-minute emergency.' The driver shook his head, smiling, and thought to himself, 'Next time I’ll bring my comb!'
4. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, a little girl named Emma often walked past Studio 92 on her way home from school. One day, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something unusual—an old cat, sitting outside the salon with its paws crossed just like a customer getting a haircut. As Emma approached closer, the cat suddenly yawned and stretched, revealing a nametag that read ‘Mr. Clawson, Senior Stylist.’ Everyone in the neighborhood knew him as the most peculiar but talented hairdresser around. That day, Mr. Clawson was taking an afternoon break, enjoying his favorite hobby—pretending to be a client while watching the world go by.