Ground Zero
I love change. When suffering from doodler’s block, unable to design a tattoo I’d want seared into my flesh for eternity, I often opt to get a haircut instead. I am a self-admitted hairdresser hopper. I rarely go to the same person more than once. Is it because I hate paying $70 for a cut? Or because I run out of witty stylist/patron banter on my first visit and manically stress over what we’ll talk about next time? Meh, maybe a little. More than that, though, I love change…and that involves changing hairdressers more often than my bed linens. My odd compulsion is your gain—it’s how I stumbled onto Kevin at Ground Zero’s Passyunk location. Ever walk by Sweat Gym during your South Street meanderings? Ground Zero is nestled on the second floor of the gym and it’s where Kevin expertly wields a razor and turns dull hair into a work of art. You won’t have to bust open your piggy bank to afford a cut there, either, which is a total bonus. After 30 years of evading such heavy commitment, I think I may now be a one-hairdresser kind of gal.
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