When in L.A., being a skeptic comes with the territory — it’s easy to feel like everyone you meet is putting on an act. In the case of the Hawleywood Barbers, they’re playing a role derived from somewhere in the late 1800s/early 1900s — a time when everyone took their appearance a little more than seriously. “What would the neighbors think?” wasn’t an understatement because people seemed more worried about what the mirror would think.
Anyway, the Hawleywood Barbers find truth in this ideal. They live it and make a living by it. A consistent, sharp, respectable appearance approved by society seems to be a value they wish to ground in every modern man’s heart. And this raises some questions about identity. You see, in diving so deeply into this antiquated ideal of adhering to social norms, they blatantly reject their own time and its ideals, thus forsaking the 18/1900s illusion they so greatly adore.
So where do these anachronisms fit in the endless spectrum of subcultures and hipster faux pas? The fuck if I know — I’ve never met the lads. But I’m sure my attitude would be different had their straight edge been at my throat.