One of the things I miss the most since I left London back in June is my friend Vinz (Vincenzo). Vinz is an ugly (I mean guy-to-guy ugly) Sicilian bloke with a good heart. He’s been my hairdresser and neighbor for most of my time in London. At the beginning, the first few times I got an haircut with him, the typical comment from friends would be: “what happened to your hair?” – I had to answer “you don’t understand… it’s a british sicilian cut, it’s the ultimate trend in London today”.
Jokes aside, Vinz is a great hairdresser, especially for women, and possibly the only straight hairdresser in London (he would want me to point that out).
Technically, my haircuts should have taken 10 minutes start to finish, but Vinz and I would spend about 45 minutes talking business and sex and commenting in italian about the girls getting extensions in the next seat.
His salon is called Stamp, it’s near Brick Lane, and offers the right combination of cool and friendly atmosphere with no-nonsense service.
Vinz will entertain you with his stories while his staff takes care of you.
Just go visit him for an haircut, some color or a coffee.
