What’s with the pink?

I’m obsessed with a specific shade of fluorescent pink—the kind that’s impossible to photograph or reproduce in any magazine or print. Once you see it in person, you can’t unsee it. It’s crude and beautiful, hitting you on a purely animal level before your brain catches up. You find it in candy and neon signs and skin, in combinations that shouldn’t work but do. Buff Monster said it best: you can’t fuck with this much pink. He’s right. It’s one of those rare colors that works immediately, that makes people feel something before they understand why. Once you start looking, it’s everywhere.