Ever since we did a story in ReadyMade about wet shaving, I've been completely (and pretty uncharacteristically) obsessed with it. I used to dread it, and would have probably turned into a beardo if it weren't for my darling wife, but now I find shaving to be an enjoyable ritual that I actually look forward to. So when we were in New York last week, I took a quick moment to sneak over Freemans Sporting Club for a traditional shave and a hair cut. It was amazing. Something about all those creams and sprays and hot towels and some burly dude with a blade to my throat was oddly relaxing and totally exhilarating at the same time. It was a fun new experience, and even though it cost more than 2 bits, it was totally worth it.