STAFF PICK: You don't have to feel kinky to get pierced
at Halo. Sure, there's the usual display of beaded rings and silvery
barbells, but you won't be making your selection amidst racks
of fetishistic Bettie Page gear and devices of intimidating magnitude
that may or may not entice. Instead, there's a reassuring sense
of purity and calm within the narrow halls of Halo. (Kinda reminds
us of the nurse's office from our grade school days.) Now did
we say the "usual" display of body jewelry? Strike that.
This place goes all out to provide the widest selection of body
wares we've seen in town. Consider fossilized mammoth tusk, for
instance. Too primal? How about hand-blown glass earlobe stretchers?
Rest assured, no animals (or people) were harmed or killed to
get any of the bone or wood offered at Halo. Serene piercer Barb
and customer service savvy Kitty make a great team in this radically
clean, hygienic atmosphere. And if you need a man for the job,
they'll even send one down from their sister store in Phoenix.