During the years that I lived in New York City, only one person cut my hair: José at Astor Place Hair. I even got my hair cut by José after I moved to Barcelona! I would let it grow out during the months between trips to the US and head to Astor Place almost directly from JFK.

We don’t get to the city much these days, so now I get my hair cut in my time zone by local stylists. Today I saw this video made by José’s daughter, “My father the hairdresser,” and it brought back some nice memories. One more reason to visit Manhattan again soon!