Fancy Brown Rice Porridge Recipe & The @mangerseul Revival

If you follow my culinary adventures @mangerseul, you might have noticed that my posts dropped off in July 2018. 

A lot changed, a lot happened. 

It was difficult, heartbreaking, tragic. 

All in all, 2018 was a very tough year. 

But it’s officially 2019, and I’ve spent a lot of time over the last 6 months healing, breathing, living, meditating; and I’m ready to make it up.

Inspiration for the Manger Seul Revival

These first days of 2019 have been rainy ones here in San Francisco.  So I decided to start off the year with a #mangerseul revival that would be ultra comforting in multifaceted ways. 

Rice porridge is a common comfort food that my mother, grandmothers, and aunties have made throughout my life (& for generations before I’m sure).  Using varied meat, seafood, and vegetable stocks, a common theme to them all is that they were slowly cooked, full of love to nourish and ginger to warm the body & soul.

On the other hand, one of my favourite things to eat in one of my favourite SF-fog-escapes – Los Angeles – is the savory long-cooked chicken & rice porridge at SQIRL in Silver Lake.  (Go there if you haven’t. Order the savory porridge.  Share a ricotta toast too. OMG.)

So, from those inspirations, tonight I put together a savory long-cooked chicken, ginger & brown rice porridge with tuscan kale sautéed with rosemary roasted garlic in coconut oil, a tomato sauce cooked down in himalayan salt ghee, fresh avocado, green onion, a poached egg & a sprinkling of Maldon sea salt flakes & nutritional yeast.

I really just winged this one, but y’all I even surprised myself – it was really freakin’ delicious!

There’s a big pot here now (I’m not really sure how to cook porridge, stews, etc. for just one serving); so if I know & love you, come over, leave happy. 

A loose recipe for a delicious meal!

The following are general instructions for how I made this batch (sorry it’s not a really well thought out recipe at this point – I completely winged it; though I’m sure I’ll do many more specific & prescriptive fancy rice porridges this winter!). If you’d like a better idea of what I’m describing below, there’ll be an Instagram story @mangerseul (called “January 2019 🍜”) with some photos & videos of what this all looks like.

  • I actually started cooking down the base of the porridge last night when I couldn’t sleep #yay. I was using fresh chicken thighs that I wanted to cook for so long enough that it’d become melt-off-the-bones shredded chicken (without having to actually shred it).  
  • Combine 3 cups of already-steamed/cooked brown rice with a quart of unsalted chicken broth, 3 chicken thighs, 3 cups of water, and a ~6 inch long (perhaps 3/4 inch in diameter) piece of fresh ginger (peeled & smashed with a meat cleaver or mallet).  
  • Simmer that down on low heat for a few hours, stirring occasionally so that the rice doesn’t stick to the bottom.  
  • Add water as needed for your desired consistency (I like my rice porridge more soupy) and salt & pepper to taste. (*FWIW I was up late last night feeling a little heartbroken so there might’ve been additional salty teardrops flavouring this base… hah or nah?)
  • Once the chicken thighs are at the aforementioned consistency, remove the bones, and mix in the chicken.
  • In a separate pan, sauté together ~1 tablespoon of coconut oil, 4 cups of chopped organic tuscan kale and your pre-roasted & peeled bulb of garlic (I like to roast my garlic by: 1.) cutting the top off of a bulb of garlic, putting it on a piece of aluminum foil, drizzling with extra virgin olive oil, adding fresh rosemary and a teaspoon of butter, 2) wrapping that all in aluminum foil all around the bulb, 3) throwing it in the oven for 30 minutes at 350 degrees or until the garlic is soft and can be squeezed out of its peel into a paste-like consistency).  Remove the sautéed garlicky kale from your pan.
  • In that same pan with all the garlicky remnants, add ~1 tablespoon of himalayan salt infused ghee & 4 medium-sized coarsely chopped tomatoes & ~1 tablespoon of chili pepper oil (I use a Burmese kind with actual chili flakes in it that my cousin’s grandfather likes). Cook down until it’s a thickened tomato sauce.
  • Stir the tomato sauce into the brown rice porridge.
  • To serve, top the porridge with some of the sautéed kale, sliced avocado, a poached egg, & a sprinkling of Maldon sea salt flakes and nutritional yeast.

I think I’d like to try adding different grains – maybe quinoa or chia – for some more texture next time.  I really do love rice porridge though – it’s such a tasty & comforting breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Let me know if you have any tips or if you try it out! Also, keep an eye out for some extra #mangerseul posts as I try to make up for those few missed months. Always looking for new inspiration, so send me ideas too!


Huckleberry Kim

Huck’s Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

I’ve spent years now trying to make the perfect chocolate chip cookie, and here it is friends, a recipe that I think is pretty perfect.  I’m actually not really into cookies myself, so why did I spend all of this time and long trips hauling heavy bags of flours & chocolates from the market through some lackluster and weird experiments?…


(#barf I know, once a hopeless romantic, always one, right? Don’t worry this one’s not a fairytale ending.)

Like everything I try to do in this life, this perfect chocolate chip journey was borne of love… after I’d fallen swiftly and deeply in love with a man who really, really loves chocolate chip cookies.  What was strange & part of what inspired me was that he generally was not into sweets at all (plus, we both ate quite healthily); so I found his idiosyncratic obsession with chocolate chip cookies very endearing.  And for better or for worse, I’d pretty much do anything for the ones I love…so off I went to bake hundreds of cookies.

I tried to think of the best chocolate chip cookies I’d ever had (t’was a challenge since I don’t eat them often), and of course, I thought to Levain Bakery in NYC (where folks wait around for hours, outside, in the rain & snow to get these cookies).  Then I thought of the other people in my life who really loved a good chocolate chip cookie, and my sweet auntie Diem was one who loved to bake chocolate chip cookies with her two daughters Audrey & Natalie.  She actually pointed me in the direction of the perfect chocolate for these cookies after I’d explained to her all of my experimenting with different types (dark, milk, semi-sweet, etc), cacao percentages, shapes (chips, chunks, etc.), and combinations (10% this, 20% that, etc.).

Anyway, long story short, my relationship with cookie man didn’t last, but this recipe is finally ready, y’all!  There’s a lot of love that went into it, so if you try it out, I’d love to hear what you think.

Served warmly (with a glass of cold milk on the side),

Tiny Huck


Huckleberry Kim’s Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe


  • 2 cups cake flour
  • 1 2/3 cups bread flour
  • 1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons coarse sea salt
  • 2 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, cold
  • 3/4 cup light brown sugar
  • 3/4 cup dark brown sugar
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 large eggs, cold
  • 2 teaspoons natural vanilla extract
  • 1 Trader Joes “Pound Plus” Dark Chocolate Bar coarsely chopped up
  • Maldon sea salt flakes & charcoal infused sea salt crystals


1. Sift flours, baking soda, baking powder and salt into a bowl. Set aside.

2. Using a paddle attachment on your mixer, cream together your cold butter cubes & all 3 types of sugar together until very light, about 5 minutes.

3. Add cold eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition.

4. Add in the vanilla.

5. Slowly incorporate the dry ingredients and mix until just combined.

6. Drop chocolate pieces in and fold them into the dough. Make sure you use all of the chocolate (the large chunks mixed with the sandy chocolate shavings from chopping it up with a knife are key to this recipe!)

7. If you have time, wrap the dough in plastic wrap and refrigerate it for up to 24 hours (or as long as you can) You can use the dough in batches.  Sometimes if I have extra, I’ll freeze it & it still bakes wonderfully after a quick defrost.

8. When ready to bake, preheat oven to 350 degrees.

9. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a nonstick baking mat.

10. Scoop mounds of dough (the size of generous golf balls) onto baking sheet – make sure each is in a rough spherical ball shape (but try not to roll them). Each ought to be placed about 2 inches apart on the baking sheet.

11. Add a light sprinkling of the Maldon flakes & charcoal sea salt on the top of each cookie, & pat the top of each one ever so lightly with a lot of love in your heart (to flatten them just a bit).

12. Bake until light golden brown but still soft (depending on your oven this can take 15-20 minutes. Watch them closely. DO NOT OVER BAKE THIS RECIPE!  When in doubt take the cookies out early (they continue to cook as they cool), and it will ruin them if you overcook.

13. Transfer cookies to a wire rack to cool for at least 10 minutes.

14. Enjoy warm!

Why I Love Halloween : A Huckleberry Perspective

Since I was a child, Halloween has always been a favourite holiday of mine. A lot of people in my life know this, but they don’t really know why; so I thought I’d write it down ☺️

First, to share a bit about my “Huckleberry” background:

I grew up in a very small Northern Californian town – formerly a Gold Rush town turned ghost town according to – with my parents and older brother.  Though my parents were an engineer & artist by trade, they decided to raise us on a small farm in the country after a sports car nearly hit my brother on his tricycle in the suburbs where they first started nesting.  I’d probably be very different now if not for the universal synchronicity of some fool showing off his new whip making my parents decide to move.  

Anyway, last quick stroke to paint the picture: 

  • there were more animals than people around, our pastures had grazing lambs, goats, piggies, chickens, dogs & cat (Dan) and the occasional visiting alpaca (*I always think my personality today can be rather lamb-like since I had more lamb-friends than human-friends growing up),
  • nighttime was actually dark & quiet with the skies sprinkled with starlight, 
  • I made fresh jam with my mother during the summertime from berries I’d picked from the property
  • my brother and I would go fishing up at our neighbor’s pond just about every week when the weather was nice

I know, it sounds all really delightful and picturesque through that lens; though nothing in life is perfect right?

Growing up in a really small town, with all that comes with the homogenous “redneck” country stereotypes, had its own implicit drawbacks as one of the few minority families of colour. For example:

  • I explicitly remember the first time I was bluntly called a “stupid chink” by another child at school.  My innocent, lamb-like sensibilities couldn’t understand why this boy was calling me a derogatory word for a Chinese person; I wasn’t even Chinese after all.
  • Even from a young age, I noticed how people treated my mother differently when we’d go into the town.
  • For most of my childhood, I didn’t go by my given name since it too difficult for a lot of people to wrap their heads around.
  • Though, technically speaking, English wasn’t my first language (my grandparents spent a lot of time babysitting when we were little & mostly spoke to us in Vietnamese), I remember being called into the counselor’s office senior year of high school & being asked if I was having trouble understanding my teachers & classmates (please note: I was pretty much top of my class at the time…)  

So yes, wonderful but not perfect. 

You know that scene in Beauty & the Beast where Belle describes her “Little town, it’s a quiet village… Every day like the one before… Little town, full of little people” and her yearning that “There must be more than this provincial life!” – yeah that’s pretty much what drove me to daydream of growing up and moving to New York or San Francisco, where I figured people had to be more open-minded & accepting of human differences & weirdnesses.  (Come to think of it, that story’s a pretty great representation of my love life too…more on that some other time.)

All that being said, the culturally ingrained “otherness” or “weirdness” I experienced as a child was the first slow but big catalyst for my love of Halloween.

I love Halloween because: It’s A Platform for Equitable Weirdness (that can connect strangers in a positive & inspiring way)

The modern Halloween I’ve experienced is such a special time where we all get to celebrate our weirdness & creativity on the same platform; and of course the children have the extra perks of getting to adventure around asking strangers for treats. 

Not only are the more macro-cultural traditions unique in creating this platform for equitable weirdness to bring strangers together, Halloween can also help bring one closer with friends & family through the development of shared traditions.  

As a child, I loved having the privilege of dreaming up ideas and bringing them to life in creative ways with the help of my parents & brother.  My deep fondness for group-themed costumes developed from an early age when my brother and I dressed in synchronized costumes as odd-coloured M&Ms (he was turquoise & I was pink) one year (*This was before Mars started producing the custom candies).  As an adult, that shared tradition I loved grew into me helping my aunt come up with creative ways to bring her daughters’ creative dreams to life. 

I love Halloween because: It’s A Way To Create Shared Traditions With Loved Ones

Many ancient Halloween origin stories associate the holiday to a day to spend remembering the dead (similar to Dia de los Muertos).  Though I didn’t grow up religiously at all, this concept has always resonated with me because my family did keep certain Buddhist traditions from our ancestry, such as đám giỗ (also observed but called different names in other cultures, e.g. Meinichi (命日) in Japan, Śrāddha in India, or Yahrtzeit in Judaism) – which is a time where we commemorate loved ones who’ve passed away.

This year will be the first year in a long time I won’t get to sync up with my aunt, Diem, on Halloween ideas as she passed away earlier this past summer.  I already miss her so much regardless of our shared love of Halloween.  Though rather than thinking of today as really difficult for that reason, I’d like to use it as another opportunity to remember all of our great shared memories.  She was an extraordinary person who lived a beautiful life, and I’ll take every opportunity I can to commemorate & celebrate that and to keep & share the love & creativity she embodied during her lifetime.

I love that Halloween comes from a place of love & creativity.

So yeah, I love Halloween & I’ll probably keep loving it until forever-o-clock. 

I hope that sharing my “weirdness” on the regular – but especially on Halloween – can make some minuscule impact in the universe by inspiring connections between people, inciting human creativity, and chipping away at the basic notion of “normal”.  Nothing is normal – especially not people; and if you think about the “normal” things in human history, we’ve actually spent a lot of time and energy to make progress, innovate, create new things, ideas, values, experiences, etc. to improve the world!  So keep up the weird y’all & as always, let me know if you need Halloweird ideas or guidance – I love to help!

Happy Halloween, ya filthy animals.

♥️ Love, Huck

BTW, I started a Huckleberry Halloween Archive – check it out and leave a comment to let me know which ones are your favourites!

*** Halloween 2018***



☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 💀 ☠️ 

* this post was edited on 11/01/2018 to include photos from Halloween 2018.

You’re Not My Boyfriend

My best friend and I were in a “band” in high school.

We called ourselves Trendy Wendy, for obvious reasons, which have yet to change.

We had one die-hard fan; his name was Kyle.

He drew this for us and posted it on an old website called

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This song’s called You’re Not My Boyfriend.

It was written in the summer of 2006 and released in 2007.

My 16-year-old self definitely wrote this before I’d truly experienced what I’d consider to be a real relationship / boyfriend,

but I still think some parts are fun / relevant.

And that’s what makes it magic.

It is an over-share, & I’m ok with that.

Please, enjoy.

(And leave funny comments.)



An Unexpected Love Letter

I felt compelled to write this because of the difference in responses I’ve received over the last 6 years doing what I do.

I felt compelled to write this because of the good press, viral bad press, in-the-middle press Influencers have gotten over the last many years.

I felt compelled to write this because my team launched a huge product update today that I’m really freakin’ proud of.

We rebuilt an entire platform –

from the countless financial models I created, to the thousands of lines of code my team wrote and the endless designs sketched & copy written.  This platform serves thousands of Influencers, all around the world, who have bootstrapped businesses that inspire others with their creativity and help pay for their (or their employees’) student loans, rent, for their kids’ educations, to care for aging loved ones, and yes, sometimes for an extravagant Prada bag.

I’m a product manager; in my current role, my main objective is to use innovative technologies & creative strategies to help Influencers monetize their influence.

The thing is….when I say,

“I build tools to support a global network of entrepreneurs to develop & scale growth of their businesses.”

I get very different reactions from when I say,

“I build tools for Influencers.”

For me, they’re synonymous.  But I’m also really close to it.

The former gets a response of approval, awe, & validation.

And the latter response I get, when I say “Influencer”, usually evokes a negative reaction as if I’d used a dirty word, and ugh, I’m sick of it.  

Green-with-envy isn’t a good color on anyone y’all, and “Influencer” is not a dirty word.

How can we chip away at the negative stigma surrounding this subset of hard-working & creative entreprenuers?

What if we all just started being more empathetic to each other at a basal level?

Regardless of our different interests, focuses, backgrounds, sexes, body-types, educational achievements, bank accounts, et cetera.

Don’t we want our children to have more and more diverse role-models to look up to – not simply a select 1% of industry titans & 6’2″ air-brushed supermodels?


When a tall, handsome, white man achieves professional successes

– in finance, engineering, gaming, entrepreneur-ing, whatever else –

he is admired & applauded for his courage to take risks, his mental tenacity, his unique smarts & savvy.

And when he celebrates his success by buying a Tesla,

we cheer him on.


So, my dear Influencers – you’re not always the easiest to work with nor to build tech for – but I applaud & celebrate you & your achievements.

I am really freakin’ proud to build tools that help men & womyn,

anywhere in the world,

with the courage to take risks bootstrapping their entrepreneurial endeavors,

with the mental tenacity to get through the growing pains (& all the haters),

with the most unique smarts & savvy – technically, creatively, strategically,

to subsist & thrive independently, supporting their families, contributing to the passion & inspiration of others, and yes, sometimes celebrating their achievements with

a Prada bag.

Love ya, mean it.

xo, Huckleberry Kim

Farewell, My Love | A Bronchitis-Epiphany of Self Love

If you’ve spent any notable amount of time with me in the last 10 years, you’d know how I feel about New York.

It didn’t take long for me to fall and to fall hard.

A self-proclaimed Brooklyn-girl I’d quickly become, after dragging my suitcase between West Chelsea and East Williamsburg for six months.

Baby, I’d become elated to find any reason to be with you –

if just for a quick weekend

or half of a fashion week.  

I’d cry on every car ride out of the city to the airport –

missing you before I’d even gone.

Back in California, I yearned to be reunited with you, my sweet babe… my darling New York…your streets I could not walk but only float down.

“All I want is a real NYC bagel,” I’d yearn.

“New York taught me how to be a strong-ass independent woman – full of pride and power – who don’t take not crap off of nobody,” I’d fondly reminisce.

New York saved me,” I believed with such certainty.

And then it hit me, while walking through Central Park this week, recovering from one of the worst colds (#bronchitisEpiphany) I’ve experienced in years:

I love you New York, my sweet babe,

but you did not teach me how to be a strong-ass independent woman, full of pride & power.

You did not save me.

I did that. 

Yes, I did that all by my damn self, playboy.  Because I have been a strong-ass independent woman, full of pride & power for a long time before you and will continue to be after.

Your bagels certainly helped, but no amount of specialty carb can truly save someone.

That warmth and magic that I thought was all you, well it was actually coming from me.

So as I am grateful for what we shared and as I will always love you,

I’m not in love with you anymore, baby.

I’m actually finally falling in love with me. ✌

photo of a NYC photo in my California home, by my favorite photographer.



manger seul


i’ve spent a lot of time putting together complex recipes & extravagant menus for others – from perfecting a chocolate chip cookie for a boy i fell in love with (down to number of granules of volcanic sea salt i sprinkle on top) to going to barcelona for one day to learn how to make paella for a family feast.

my mother calls me a word in vietnamese that i cannot actually spell, but all that’s relevant is that it effectively translates to “being v extra”. it’s just who i am – i’m an all-in kind of girl.

i truly love cooking for others. to feed the ones i love is an innate instinct for me – a demonstration of care & love that i undoubtedly inherited from the endless matriarchs who raised me. i was pretty much born to become an overbearing grandma

conversely, i rarely cook for myself. if i actually have dinner, it’s most often a glass of some red varietal paired with a handful of something produced by Haribo.

we’re going to change that.

my last lengthy personal challenge was to practice playing guitar until i had enough confidence to play in front of another human (shout-out to that housekeeper in mykonos for helping me succeed). this time i want to practice some over-effing-due #selflove. i can’t recall the last time anyone cooked for me (except my homegirl mckittrick who makes me easy mac at the office with so much love). so now, i’m going to take a day at least once a month to make myself a balls-out incredible meal, and no one else is invited. keeping accountable: one fancy meal at a time @mangerseul

what should I make next?


Dream Denim: RE/DONE

If you’ve been following Huckleberry Kim (Hi, Mom!), you’ll know that I have this weird thing about pants.  And you know what,

I was right all along.

When the right pants come along y’all…

Last week, I stumbled into Curve on Fillmore with no intentions of meeting anyone, but there they were…these great patchwork RE/DONE jeans that happened to be in my size (FWIW, that so seldom happens for me).  I went right for them; it was nothing short of love at first sight.

We got together in the fitting room.  They fit like they were tailored for me – not too snug, just the perfect heavy drape of vintage denim and killer construction.  They were just unique and weird enough to accept my own unique weirdnesses while still nestling my bum in a way that actually made me walk with a little extra bounce, ha.  I didn’t take them home with me; I was “being good.”

Everyday for the next week,  I thought of them and how our life would be together.  And this last Saturday, after hiking and basketball, I just had to know if they still felt the same way about me.  Sure enough, they hadn’t left the shop with some other harlot, and here we are.

Meet my ride or dies, babes.

xx, Huck

“…you’re the one that I wanted to fiiiiiind…”

Other cool patchwork denim styles from other brands:

Easy & Delicious Mexican Chicken Tortilla Soup Recipe

After a long Sunday afternoon at Lake Temescal, I wanted to prepare something really comforting and tasty for our Sunday supper, but I didn’t want it to take too long or require too many ingredients. Drumroll… so since I had some chicken broth & thighs waiting already at home, I decided that I’d try a new recipe for Mexican Chicken Tortilla Soup.  And if B’s jumping in for seconds counts as anything, I think it was a success for my first attempt!  Try this recipe and let me know what you think!

Huckleberry’s Mexican Chicken Tortilla Soup Recipe


  • 3-4 teaspoons of vegetable oil
  • 5 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tablespoon of fresh ginger, minced
  • 6 oz. tomato paste (one of those small cans)
  • 14.5 oz diced tomatoes with liquid (one regular sized can)
  • 4 teaspoons of chili powder (I used this one from Frontier Co-Op – purchased at Berkeley Bowl.)
  • 32 oz. concentrated chicken broth (I used this one from Roli Roti – purchased at Berkeley Bowl.)
  • 1 lb. skinless chicken thighs
  • Sea salt & ground pepper to taste
  • Ghost pepper powder to taste (optional, I’m obsessed with this one from Trader Joe’s – thanks Korey!)
  • 3 corn tortillas, cut into thin strips
  • 1 cup of sweet corn (I used some frozen corn, you can use whatever works for you)
  • 1 cup of black beans
  • 1 avocado, thinly sliced
  • 1/2 cup of cotija cheese, crumbled
  • 1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves
  • Key lime wedges, for serving


  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

  2. Slice tortillas into strips and toss with 2 teaspoons of oil. (I also added a few turns of the ghost pepper powder for some extra kick.) Bake them until crisp and golden (about 5 minutes – tossing them halfway through). *Note: the tortilla strips will crisp up quickly, so keep an eye on them!
  3. In a large pot, heat 1-2 teaspoon oil over medium-high. Add garlic & ginger and cook until fragrant, 30 seconds. (To make my life easier and to save time, I threw the garlic & ginger into my mini food-processor to mince). Add tomato paste, diced tomatoes and liquid, corn, black beans, and chili powder and cook until most of liquid is evaporated, 2 to 3 minutes.

  4. Add chicken broth and bring to a boil; season with salt, pepper, and optional ghost peppers.

  5. Add chicken thighs and cook for at least 20 minutes.

  6. Remove chicken thighs and let cool.  Once cool, shred the chicken using two forks in a separate bowl. Return bones to the broth.
  7. To prepare: Scoop a generous helping of soup into a bowl, add chicken, avocado, cotija, and cilantro.  Top with some more broth and tortilla strips, and serve with key limes (cut in half).

Bon appétit!

Huckleberry Kim

…savor every moment slowly…

B’s first Huckleberry Haircut

Ever since I was a teenager,

I often gave my friends life-changing haircuts.

At University, most of them compensated me with a bottle of cheap wine that we’d share while I was cutting his/her hair (talk about trust…or more likely, we were just university students at Berkeley with little money & zero f*cks? lol) I haven’t done a short men’s cut in a while, so I was really excited when B suggest I give him a haircut for his first day of school (aka first day at his new job.) Though I’m a bit rusty, B said I did pretty well for my first time cutting hair in a while; and we’re both looking forward to me brushing up my fading skills next time he needs a trim 🙂

Best quote from our ~4-5 date:

“I’m pretty much, kind of good at everything I do.”


Love you, mean it.

Checkout the time-lapse of our haircut below for Before & After shots!