It all started in my parents’ garage where my younger brothers and I were given our standard-issue mom haircut every few weeks. Once I hit the 8th grade, I took matters (and clippers) into my own hands. From that point on, I was on a journey to find out that I had a calling to cut hair.

I attended a barber school that was only a few miles down the road from my house and I never felt more at home than I did behind the barber chair. Exactly one year after I graduated high school, I was working at a small barbershop in Daly City at 19 years old. Come sit in my chair and see what over a decade of passion and commitment to this craft has given me.