Sunbeam Studio

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Sunbeam Studio, a regular was carefully arranging his collection of vintage combs and brushes on the shelf. One evening, as he reached for an old comb with a mysterious golden charm, the entire display began gently humming. Curious, our regular picked up another antique comb, and suddenly the whole hallway lit up like a disco ball. Turns out, the vintage charms were actually old flashlights! The regular laughed heartily, realizing that Sunbeam Studio had been hosting its own secret nightclub every evening. Since then, whenever someone mentions the place, they whisper, ‘That’s where the disco combs are.’

2. While waiting for her haircut one morning, a regular noticed something strange on the studio’s wall calendar: every Tuesday since she could remember, an anonymous note appeared in red ink—always signed simply ‘The Hair Fairy.’ Nobody knew who left them or why, but everyone agreed it made their visits more fun. One day, a delivery driver asked the owner if he’d seen the notes too. The owner shrugged and said, 'Who knows? Maybe it's just our resident prankster fairy.' That afternoon, when the owner went to make his coffee, he found a tiny pink wig stuck to his mug with a note reading: "Thanks for the latte, Hair Fairy!" Everyone laughed, and the legend of Sunbeam Studio grew even sweeter.

3. While waiting for her haircut one morning, a regular noticed something odd on the wall above the receptionist’s desk—a small, dusty mirror that seemed to reflect not just faces but entire conversations. Curious, she leaned closer and saw herself whispering sweet nothings to an old friend from high school—except it was actually her next-door neighbor, who had come in for a trim earlier that day! Afterward, everyone joked that Sunbeam Studio must be haunted by misplaced souls or maybe just excellent mirrors.

4. While waiting for her haircut one morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the mirror above the stylist’s station. Upon closer inspection, she saw an old photograph of a mustached man with a big smile, holding what looked like a vintage camera. Curious, she asked the stylist about it. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘That’s our founder, Mr. Sunbeam. He used to take pictures of every customer before cutting their hair.’ The regular laughed and thought, ‘So that’s why I always feel like I’m starring in my own silent movie here!’