Over 15 years ago, I embarked on a quest—a quest that took me from the cobblestone streets of London to the bustling avenues of Berlin, from the chic salons of New York to the hidden gems of distant lands. My canvas? Hair. My medium? The restless souls who sought more than just a trim.

In those elite barbershops—each with its own heartbeat—I honed my craft. Over 20 of them, to be precise. I learned the art of precision, the dance of the scissors, and the alchemy of clippers. I listened to stories—the whispered dreams of CEOs, the laughter of artists, and the quiet confessions of travelers.

The UK taught me tradition—the elegance of a classic cut, the reverence for heritage. Germany gifted me innovation—the avant-garde, the unexpected. New York—the city that never sleeps—demanded speed, flair, and a touch of rebellion.