Stepping into St. Marks Barbershop is like stepping into a place that time forgot - with the bright red 1940s President chairs and the timeless look of the men who have been working in the barbershop for decades. I spoke with Albert, who was giving a man a close shave. He said that he had been here “a long time” and that the shop itself had been around since the 1960s or 70s. He gestured to Ada Calhoun’s book, St. Marks is Dead, where St. Marks Barbershop has a mention (under its old name, the Royal Unisex Barbershop). I read that the location had been owned by Italian and Polish immigrants for generations. Once I put the book back down, Albert shared with me that Ada Calhoun’s family continues to come to St. Marks to get their haircut.
Albert humbly mentioned that he is a third generation barber and that his grandfather started a successful barbershop in Russia. He took out a bag filled with old tools, including slightly tarnished metal combs before plastic became the norm and non-electric razors that the barber had to squeeze by hand. Though he does not use them, he keeps the old, well-worn tools around as a reminder of his legacy.