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Master of his trade for over 27 years.
A 3rd generation barber.
No thats not a cappuccino stain, its moustache.
Manny the Greek. You know what they say, nice guys finish lunch and by the looks of it this guy hasn’t gone hungry.
Lethal Lee, the man of many trades, but master of very few. From a crime fighting secret agent to a crown fighting barber (pun intended). This man has done it all, or so he says.
A man of fewer words than his height accommodates, this surly pocket-sized gentleman will recite JR Hartley’s fly fishing books from front to back.
This baby-faced millennial has enough space between his teeth to park two jumbo-jets. And we can assure you, his mum doesn’t buy him his undies.
Talks fast, cooks slow and don’t stare at his crooked nose.
The man of the men. A viking with a beard that blazes like a bonfire. This man doesn’t sleep with the light on at night.
A snacking enthusiast with a mysterious charm. This guy doesn’t check his closet for the boogie-man, in fact the boogie man checks his closet for Rowan.
Not a man of many words. Don’t let the porno-stache fool you, this guys a serious type operator who likes everything to run on time. He’s got his gun and badge in the draw and he’s not afraid to use them!
With limbs that rival most redwoods, Dale wears his pants low and his facial hair won’t grow, but don’t mention why his feet drag so slow.