Salon for the Tween and Teen Set Opens on President
A loft on President Street has been transformed into a full-service salon with all the luxury trappings one might expect from such a business, like a lounge area with a flat-screen TV, manicure/pedicure stations, and an organic snack bar. What stands out about Felicity, though, is that it’s meant exclusively for teens and pre-teens. The…
A loft on President Street has been transformed into a full-service salon with all the luxury trappings one might expect from such a business, like a lounge area with a flat-screen TV, manicure/pedicure stations, and an organic snack bar. What stands out about Felicity, though, is that it’s meant exclusively for teens and pre-teens. The salon’s owner, Gisselle Singleton, is the mother of a Berkeley Carroll student, and she saw a need for a business that would cater to her daughter and her daughter’s friends. Singleton notes that Felicity caters to the hair types of all ethnicities and places a premium on educating clients about grooming techniques. The salon is located in an industrial building that’s been renovated over the past year or so and now has several office tenants as well as a personal training studio. Click through for a pic of the lounge.
Felcity Salon [Official Site] GMAP
Man Brooklyn has changed.
When I was a kid, my father used to take me to a barbershop that was nicknamed “Meatballs” (I kid you not). It was located at 5th Ave and about 25th Street. It was located in a squat, one-story red-brick factory building. There was no sign on the outside, but everybody knew about it. Not only was it located in a factory building, it OPERATED like factory. It cost only 25 cents for a haircut, and you were in and out in 5 minutes. Back in those days, all of the barbers were Italian, right off the boat.
The reason it was called “Meatballs” was that that 95% of the kids got a buzz cut in those days, and the joke was that your head looked like a meatball after they were finished with you.
Back then, a barber shop was very much like a social club for the men. There was always background talk about which horse was racing at Aqueduct, bars, etc.
are they going to have that stupid rule where youre not allowed in if you arent accompanied by a minor like some of the sprinklers in public parks have? you know, not everyone is a pervert, they just wanna frollick in the sprinklers on a hot summer day! that rule is so stupid!
*rob*
Seems like it would be a very fun, safe place for them, and a good hang out place. Hope she does well. there aren’t too many places where tween and teen girls can go just to do “girlie” stuff.
You know, there are few places to get tween and teen girls hair cut in Bklyn or Manhattan for that matter, and no, not everybody wants or has to go to Supercuts. Lots of girls end up going to mom’s salon, where the prices are sky high to begin with. If this woman can undercut adult salon prices by 15 percent, she’ll draw a big crowd and make a mint. If prices are about the same, she’s probably sunk.
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and for a facial I ran out and bought Clearasil.
*snicker* clearsil? uh huuuh
*rob*
Thats how it should be ET!! Kids nowadays!! sheesh!!
Best of luck to these owners though. better something new like this then another Banh Mi joint.
dh, as a kid I had to go to Lemon Tree also! We were too poor for stuff like this.
I did my own nails at home using the cheapest nail polish I could find at the drug store and for a facial I ran out and bought Clearasil.
If the owner is a woman of color and has a daughter at Berkeley Carroll I am sure her daughter had some of the same expereinces as Montrose Morris which is probably the motivation for the salon. I will stop by and check it out with my nieces, the place looks cool and fun and with a “thumbs up” from my gym buddy I will check it out!
what’s the matter BSD- don’t like being disagreed with? You posted publically- and you’ll note rob also replied to you. BTW, i happen to k now MM very well, and yes she can explain things for herself but since I don’t take well to people insulting my friends, I speak up. Don’t like it? Too bad.