Old
School Stylist
I miss it. I reminisce about it. The quintessential feel of the 80’s & 90’s beauty salons. It was more than hair; it was a community. Each visit was a gathering, each stylist like a sister, each salon a sanctuary. We may have left those years behind, but with Old School Stylist, we’re bringing the heart and soul of that era back into style. If you’re an 80’s or 90’s stylist, client, or admirer, our apparel is for you—a piece of our legacy to carry forward.
Old
School Stylist
Rediscover the beauty of our past with Old School Stylist
Wear your story
Missing a Sense of Community in Today’s Fast Paced Salons
Our apparel celebrates the camaraderie and close bonds of those golden salon days. Wearing our pieces is a way to find your community again and connect with others who share that same love for the beauty culture that shaped us.
Longing for Nostalgia in a Modernized World
The designs capture iconic themes, symbols, and vibes from the 80s and 90s – from the spritz spray in the air to the radio hums and the laughter of the snack man. Each piece is more than clothing; it’s a cherished memory brought to life, an invitation to hold onto the best of our roots.
Difficulty Finding Fashion that Speaks to Stylists’ Unique Lifestyle
Old School Stylist offers a line crafted by a stylist for stylists. From t-shirts to accessories, each piece is designed to be versatile, comfortable, and representative of the hard-working, passionate people behind the chair.
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My First Client
A Dedication to My Sister
It must have been an act of God that night—because my one and only big sister, Niki Yolanda Banks, actually let my tender, unskilled, and eager little fingers in her hair. I had begged her countless times to let me do it. What style? I had no clue (lol). All I knew was that I wanted to "do hair," and she was blessed with plenty of it.
I can still hear the giggles and squeals of excitement that must have filled the house. My mom came upstairs to our bedroom and captured this moment—the moment I like to call "My First Client." From that day on, I gave my sister any hairstyle she wanted—once she trusted my skills, of course.
But on March 3, 2020, my world changed forever. My sister, Niki, was taken from her children—Keith, Michael, Olivia, and Jelani—and from me due to domestic violence. She was only 52. Just two months earlier, in January 2020, she had become a first-time grandmother, overjoyed with love.
She was beautiful. Brilliant—my personal Google. A truth-teller. And above all, a loving mother.
We miss her every day, and our fight for justice continues.
#JusticeForNiki
— I miss you, big sis.
