Although the city hosts six jillion “hair and make” salons, I do not belive it is possible to get a spur-of-the moment hair cut in Tokyo.
Yesterday in Omotesando, a ritzy part of town, I was seized with the desire to have my hair cut. I looked for a salon and found one called “Voice” that looked interesting. I walked in and asked if I could get my hair cut.
The salon’s only two employees–a man with spiky orange hair and a woman with long braids (I said it looked interesting, didn’t I?)– greeted me. There were no customers. However, they asked me to make an appointment and turned me away.
So I didn’t get a haircut. Tomorrow, I’ll make an appointment somewhere closer to home.
