So it’s probably old news that victoria’s secret not so serious line, PINK, opened up in yorkdale about a month ago – if you don’t know, just pay attention to the women around you next time you’re in a public space and you’ll spot at least one donning a t-shirt or tank with the notorious LOVE PINK splattered all over it. With the pretense of taking my cousin shopping, and seeing as though they don’t have VS in Paris (yet), what kind of shopping guru would I be if I didn’t take her to lingerie mecca? We arrived at the doors at 8:47 pm, with 13 minutes to shop, we tried to do as much damage as possible. She bought a faded pink, preloved-looking, hoodie and matching sweatpants and 5 for 25 undies. I bought two sweaters that feel so soft I think I might sleep in them forever. The best part? PINK has more than sufficiently provided eurotrash with yet another fresh batch of skull wear, or as I learned today “tete de mort”. J’aime pink!

For more eurotrash skull obsession entries:

Skulls Part Four?

These Skulls Ain’t Cheap!