About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day, while getting a trim at Iasan & Sebastian Studio Salon, a little girl noticed something odd. As she sat in her mom’s lap, she pointed excitedly at the reflection of an old man in one of the mirrors. ‘Mommy, who is that strange gentleman with long hair?’ The stylist laughed and explained gently, 'Honey, that's just Mr. Anderson, our friendly neighborhood artist.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then whispered to her mother, 'Can we invite him for tea next time?' Everyone in the salon burst out laughing, including Mr. Anderson himself, who was happily working on another client's hair.
2. While waiting for her perm to finish, an elderly lady overheard two stylists whispering about something strange happening in the basement. Curious, she tiptoed down and found one stylist teaching another how to braid a ponytail like a real dragon’s tail—complete with fiery red yarn! Startled, they both burst out laughing, explaining it was just a new technique for kids’ parties. The old lady left with a big smile, thinking maybe salons were full of more whimsy than she’d imagined.
3. In the dead of night, when most salons are closed tight, a delivery driver pulled up outside Iasan & Sebastian Studio Salon. The moon was full and eerie as he noticed a faint glow coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw two figures deep in conversation—oblivious to everything around them. One was whispering secrets into the other’s ear while holding a mysterious bottle aloft. Turns out, it was just Iasan testing new fragrances on Sebastian during an impromptu late-night session. The delivery driver left with a hearty laugh and a promise never to mention what he’d seen.
4. At Iasan & Sebastian Studio Salon, a young boy entered with his mother and sat down in the waiting area. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly towards the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mom, is that a ghost?’ The mother looked up cautiously but saw nothing unusual. She smiled reassuringly at her son and said softly, 'No sweetie, just the reflection of those old mirrors.' The little boy nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to admire the stylish haircuts on display. Later, when they left, the boy whispered again, pointing to an elegant hairstyle: 'Mom, can I be a delivery driver when I grow up?'