About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and most people went home, Studio One’s neon sign would flicker on its own. A little girl passing by pointed at it one evening, whispering, ‘Mommy, why does that hair salon blink like that?’ The mother smiled and replied softly, ‘Honey, it’s just an old light bulb.’ They walked away, but a few minutes later, they heard faint laughter coming from inside the salon. Peering in, they saw a grinning barber adjusting the sign with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just wanted to give you ladies a good scare,’ he said to them with a wink. The family burst out laughing, realizing it was all part of the neighborhood prankster’s fun.
2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the studio's parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper with no label or note. The driver opened it carefully and found inside a strange comb with an old note: ‘For your perfect style—hope Studio One will be yours forever!’ Turned out, a regular customer had left it there as a joke, thinking it would bring good luck to everyone who worked there.
3. In the early hours of the morning, while Studio One’s doors were locked tight, a curious little dog wandered into the empty parking lot. It sniffed around, its tail wagging, until it stumbled upon something odd—an old comb left behind on the pavement. Curious about the strange object, the dog picked up the comb in his mouth and carried it inside through an open door. There, amidst the quiet darkness, he discovered a chair with a half-finished hairstyle still waiting for its owner. With a few playful strokes, he transformed the messy attempt into a perfect pompadour, earning him a round of applause from no one but himself. The next day, when the stylist arrived, she smiled warmly at the tiny artist who had left her a charming parting gift.
4. In the early hours of the morning, while Studio One’s doors were locked tight, a delivery driver parked his truck and stretched, noticing an unusual reflection on the window. Curious, he approached the glass and saw himself reflected—only it wasn’t him. It was a stylist with wildly different hair, twirling a brush in one hand and laughing at something unseen. The driver cracked open the door, peeked inside, and found the salon empty except for a note on the counter: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, today is our magical day off!’