WELCOME TO BED-STUY

you're in brooklyn now, motherfuckers

Outside the walls of this salon lies the matriarch of Brooklyn, older than the brownstones that stand hard and tall watching the City forever change, forebearer to generations of artists, musicians, athletes, and poets.

Welcome to my heart space, where the lines between the outside world and the hearth collide, where time gets lost in an opium dream, and creativity and geometry become mixed like two oils dancing together into a haze of laughter and familiarity. 

This is Bed-Stuy.

WELCOME TO DO OR DYE.