About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Briarcliff Village when a delivery driver pulled up to ECLEKTICA The Salon. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: the usually bustling salon doors were ajar, and a soft humming sound seemed to be coming from inside. As he peered inside, he saw an old radio playing softly in the corner, and a familiar voice singing along. Turns out, it was just a regular customer, happily cutting his own hair while listening to his favorite jazz station. The delivery driver chuckled and quietly closed the door, deciding to come back another time—after all, who could resist such a serene Sunday morning ritual?
2. A curious package arrived one afternoon, left unnoticed on the salon’s doorstep. As customers filed out after their appointments, they began noticing something peculiar—a small, glittering box had appeared among the mail. One day, a regular customer joked that maybe it was a new hair product from some mysterious donor. Another guessed it could be an invitation to a secret salon party. But no one knew until the owner opened it—inside was just a note reading: ‘Your creativity inspires us all.’ Turned out it was a gift from a neighbor who admired their unique style and atmosphere.
3. In the early evening, a delivery driver parked his truck and walked into ECLEKTICA. He noticed something peculiar—a small wooden box, wrapped in plain brown paper, sitting innocently on the reception counter. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously and placed it inside his jacket. Later that night, as he was leaving, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, did you forget something?’ It was just his neighbor, dropping off some extra hair clips she’d found in her purse. The driver laughed, realizing the mix-up had been too good to be true.
4. While waiting for her turn, a regular whispered to herself, ‘I wonder if today’s cut will be as good as yesterday’s?’ Suddenly, the reflection in the mirror changed—her hair had transformed into something entirely unexpected. Her eyes widened in surprise, but then she laughed and said, ‘Well, at least it’s not my usual mullet!’ Turning around, she saw the stylist rolling on the floor with laughter too—a delivery driver standing behind her nodded approvingly, whispering, “That’s what you get for sleeping through half of your haircuts.”