What is "barbershop"

Usage examples of "barbershop".

As a young man, Barnett built up his savings in an old coffee can on a cupboard shelf by picking cotton stalks as a field hand, working as a schoolhouse janitor, operating an outdoor barbershop, and organizing a fourteen-piece brass band that played county fairs across the state, with Barnett playing the French horn.

I took my package and we stepped together onto Smith, the block Euclid claimed all belonged to Arthur: a smashed barbershop with an old glass pole, a botanica, window full of votive candles and folk art, with ghetto apartments above it, and four or five of the understated, sexy little bistros Berlin was meant to undercut.

Marlowe wondered how the cranky air-circulation system coped with the enormous quantities of ganja smoke that were generated in the rastafarian barbershop.

Eventually he found himself homing once again on the rastafarian barbershop.

In barbershops Latin men stood talking in button-down shirts with collars open and sleeves folded two cuff-lengths to the lower forearm, apparel of an earlier Madison Avenue, that somber street now freshly regimented, paunchy and gay in Kool-Aid fiesta colors and Spanish sideburns.

Hollywood Barbershop where they removed blackheads for fifty cents, around the corner of Clark where Charna Felder lived, the F.

Another was some sort of bar, and the last, behind an elaborately carved partition, looked to be a barbershop, where a grayhaired man had a towel wrapped across his face.

The rasta barbershop was more than just a serviceit was a major social interface for this section of tube.

After the old man had left, there was a certain amount of reshuffling in the barbershop pod.

It was in one of those that Marlowe and Stella, Winston, and the other men from the barbershop came to a halt, unable to go any farther.

Marlowe had been particularly irked when, during an afternoon of hanging out in the rastafarian barbershop, an antique copy of Have Gun Will Travel was interrupted by an earnest woman with a lengthy diatribe about lesbian rights under any new administration.

GOT TIME TO DROP IN -- SMILE WHEN YOU WALK PAST Tara-boom, tara-boom, tara-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, past the Hollywood Barbershop where they removed blackheads for fifty cents, around the corner of Clark where Charna Felder lived, the F.

Back Room, where the entertainment was homegrown in the form of a local barbershop quartet.

She walked by a barbershop where men were getting their hair straightened, wearing shower caps like women.

Meanwhile, all around the operative core, the great old building continued to fall into ruin, the Guastavino tiles in the Palm Court falling, splintering on the ground, the immense barbershop now a junk room, the skylights caved in, heaped with filth.