Artists all, but none so bitchin' as Wiggy. Photo by DJ Case. Puccini's Urban Haircutters has acquired a devoted cult following. Puccini's peeling paint sign gives the place an old, rustic feel, but might ward off some potential customers because of its dilapidated appearance. On the inside, though, there's a party going on.
Hairdressers comment on the rock tunes spewing out of the stereo while teasing and trimming hair.
Customers pop in and out of the tanning booths and smile as they eagerly await their beautification. Even when it's unoccupied, your rush hour eyes wander over to see who might have the time to enjoy himself at this hectic moment. It's Saturday morning. Eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries sputter in butter. A television blares loud enough to be heard if desired, soft enough to be tuned out if not.