While in Phoenix on business, I decided to treat myself to a straight shave by a barber. I got online and found a place that advertised barber shaves, made an appointment and waited in anticipation.
When I got to the shop I met my barber, an older man who told me he had been barbering for 30+ years, and had recently moved to this newly opened, upscale barber shop. He started with a hot towel--one of at least 5 or 6 over the course of the shave/facial--and some pre-shave cream. Then he applied a facial scrub, and another towel. Then an oil and a towel, then finally some hot lather--no brush!--and away he went.
He used an odd sort of straight razor loaded with broken DE blades, which he said was Russian made. He went over my face about 3 times in all, and finished with some Jack Black AS, a hot towel and a cold towel. All in all, a pleasant experience.
On my way home I touched my face, and was surprised to feel a fair amount of stubble. In fact, a lot more stubble than I usually feel after my morning shave. My face also felt a bit worked over--razor burn?--to the point where when I got back to my hotel I washed my face and applied a dab of NancyBoy AS to cool my skin.
I guess I'm left to think that shaving is just one more in a list of things that (surprisingly!) I find I can do better myself than having them done "professionally". The list includes:
washing my car
cooking a steak
making chili
shaving my face
polishing my shoes
Now--I'm not saying that I'll never have another professional shave, but my expectations will be more realistic. The experience in Phoenix was very nice--relaxing, pleasant--just not a great shave, like I've grown accustomed to in the privacy of my own bathroom.
When I got to the shop I met my barber, an older man who told me he had been barbering for 30+ years, and had recently moved to this newly opened, upscale barber shop. He started with a hot towel--one of at least 5 or 6 over the course of the shave/facial--and some pre-shave cream. Then he applied a facial scrub, and another towel. Then an oil and a towel, then finally some hot lather--no brush!--and away he went.
He used an odd sort of straight razor loaded with broken DE blades, which he said was Russian made. He went over my face about 3 times in all, and finished with some Jack Black AS, a hot towel and a cold towel. All in all, a pleasant experience.
On my way home I touched my face, and was surprised to feel a fair amount of stubble. In fact, a lot more stubble than I usually feel after my morning shave. My face also felt a bit worked over--razor burn?--to the point where when I got back to my hotel I washed my face and applied a dab of NancyBoy AS to cool my skin.
I guess I'm left to think that shaving is just one more in a list of things that (surprisingly!) I find I can do better myself than having them done "professionally". The list includes:
washing my car
cooking a steak
making chili
shaving my face
polishing my shoes
Now--I'm not saying that I'll never have another professional shave, but my expectations will be more realistic. The experience in Phoenix was very nice--relaxing, pleasant--just not a great shave, like I've grown accustomed to in the privacy of my own bathroom.