Glow-in-the-dark Greetings from Santa Carla pin
Pack your garlic and kiss your mortal soul goodbye—you’re heading to Santa Carla, baby. This 1.5” enamel pin is your tacky-but-deadly keepsake from the sleaziest little vampire-infested beach town the ’80s ever birthed. Inspired by The Lost Boys, it oozes neon menace, sun-bleached decay, and a faint whiff of spilled blood and hair spray.
Sink your teeth into this glowing creepy green beauty—perfect for leather jackets, battle vests, or the denim cut-off you stole from a half-drained surfer. Whether you’re hanging off the underside of a bridge or jamming out to shirtless saxophone gods, this pin lets the world know you’re not just in it for the view—you’re here for the eternal night, baby.
Greetings from Santa Carla. Population: dropping.
Pack your garlic and kiss your mortal soul goodbye—you’re heading to Santa Carla, baby. This 1.5” enamel pin is your tacky-but-deadly keepsake from the sleaziest little vampire-infested beach town the ’80s ever birthed. Inspired by The Lost Boys, it oozes neon menace, sun-bleached decay, and a faint whiff of spilled blood and hair spray.
Sink your teeth into this glowing creepy green beauty—perfect for leather jackets, battle vests, or the denim cut-off you stole from a half-drained surfer. Whether you’re hanging off the underside of a bridge or jamming out to shirtless saxophone gods, this pin lets the world know you’re not just in it for the view—you’re here for the eternal night, baby.
Greetings from Santa Carla. Population: dropping.
Pack your garlic and kiss your mortal soul goodbye—you’re heading to Santa Carla, baby. This 1.5” enamel pin is your tacky-but-deadly keepsake from the sleaziest little vampire-infested beach town the ’80s ever birthed. Inspired by The Lost Boys, it oozes neon menace, sun-bleached decay, and a faint whiff of spilled blood and hair spray.
Sink your teeth into this glowing creepy green beauty—perfect for leather jackets, battle vests, or the denim cut-off you stole from a half-drained surfer. Whether you’re hanging off the underside of a bridge or jamming out to shirtless saxophone gods, this pin lets the world know you’re not just in it for the view—you’re here for the eternal night, baby.
Greetings from Santa Carla. Population: dropping.