I need a haircut

I've been living in San Francisco going on three years now, and I haven't found a barber to take their place. For a while I tried a bunch of the barbershops in the Castro -- reasoning that if there's one place in town you can get a reliable flat-top, it'll be the gay ghetto where everyone has a brush-cut of some kind -- but I found the quality really, really unreliable. Then I found a barber, Margaret of Nimbus, who could get a close approximation of my haircut, but last month she developed repetitive strain injury in her hands and wrists and hung up her shears.

The last time I was in Toronto, I got a haircut at Aristotelis and asked Tito the barber to snap a bunch of digital pictures of it from every angle. I have been carrying these photos around to various barbershops in San Francisco and saying, "Give me this haircut," and getting disastrous results.