We live, eat and sleep hair. What started out as a “under the block hair cutting” has evolved into what we know as, the Panic Room. Enough hair to feed our mouths and pay the bills. Well barely. We hold fast not to competition but respect for the trade itself; it is a privilege to do what we love, as you will never work a day in your life. All of us emerge from different walks of life but speak the one language, hair. Ya, it is that cliche.
Behind every well groomed man, there is a pomade. Ever since we discovered the basis to a perfect slick, we have been experimenting pomades like tommy guns. Every little details, when it comes to pomade, matters be it the scent, the hold, or the design. The plague then ventured further into moustache wax, beard oil, shaving soaps, straight razor and yeah eventually a barbershop where the heart is.