Urban Outfitters used to be tucked away neatly in my memories, somewhere between the taste of McDonald's French fries and Thursday nights on St. Laurent. In other words, my university days in Montreal.
Re-visited it the other day in Toronto. It's still tragically hip and haunted by cool little froshies in their ironic tees. Despite the fact that it's almost unbearably cool (how many times have I used that word now?), it's still a fun place to visit when in search of a fun little ways to update your wardrobe or to pick up presents.