Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Shampooing And Singeing A Speciality


The photograph dates back to the 1980s and I took it, I think, in Elland, West Yorkshire (I am sure someone will tell me if I get the location wrong). The shop looks as if it is "on the turn" : undergoing that transition from old-style specialist hairdresser and tobacconist into a depressing cheap trinket emporium. For a shop that combined hair styling with cigars sales, I rather like the slogan "shampooing and singeing a speciality"

10 comments:

Chairman Bill said...

I do like the old cut-throat razors. Seriously thinking of getting one for my birthday. These modern jobbies just aren't up to the job - especially the back and shoulders.

John said...

On a holiday in Turkey I went every two days to a Turkish barber for a real shave and the inevitable 'nose & ear hair' singeing. Can't beat their shaves though.

Valerie said...

They don't make 'em like they used to! The old tobacconist shops were wonderful to roam round, even if you didn't smoke. At first I though you'd misspelt 'singing'... did they really do that? Nowadays they stick candles in the ears but I believe that's a sort of cure-all idea.

Far Side of Fifty said...

I had no idea about singeing..it sounds painful. This shop repairs umbrellas too...the shopkeeper must have had a hard time finding his niche:)

Sunny said...

Should you get shampooed and singed on a rainy day...they can make you an umbrella to keep it all dry! Haha!
☼ Sunny

Anonymous said...

Greetings,

Thanks for sharing this link - but unfortunately it seems to be down? Does anybody here at dailyphotoblog.blogspot.com have a mirror or another source?


Thanks,
James

Alan Burnett said...

James : Are you by any chance related to Peter?

jennyfreckles said...

What on earth was (is?) singeing? I thought you meant singing too. That gave me a nice mental picture. I'd like someone to sing to me while they're shampooing my hair!

Michael and Hanne said...

As a boy in the 40's I regularly had a haircut. It usually concluded with a singe, using a comb so just the ends were burnt a bit. I don't think the barber sang but he often hummed. I used to look forward to the smell of singed hair!

Mmm said...

singeing?! LOL. Well put. another nice shot, capturing a time in transition.