Neon orange and matte black. Think Tron meets a racecar garage. The chairs are carbon-fiber patterned, and instead of gossip magazines, you get a digital countdown clock. It’s stressful. It’s exhilarating. I loved it for 90 seconds, then missed the hum of a normal clipper and small talk about the weather.
I walked into Jumpstart Waircut expecting a gimmick. I walked out feeling like I’d survived a pit stop at a drag race—minus the fire suit. jumpstart waircut
Would I go back? Yes—but only before a job interview I don’t really want, or a first date I’m nervous to attend. The haircut is an 8/10. The experience is a 6/10. The adrenaline is an 11/10. Neon orange and matte black
At minute 9, a helmet descends. It blasts arctic air, plays a two-second Eurobeat synth sting, and shoots a puff of eucalyptus smoke. I sneezed into my own lap. Kevyn high-fived me. I paid $45. It’s stressful