I didn’t want to belabor the point, so all I’m requesting is your favorite Romance Movie Title as a valid entry.

The winner will be notified via email on Sunday, November 8th. To be fair, I will simply draw an entry at random. The pictured Hooded-Scarf represents one of the five designs from the newly released collaboration between myself and Urban Outfitters. It is the first of many items that I will be giving away from now until next week.

Please be sure to include your email where notified in the comment login.

Remember, if you don’t win, you can always buy Yokoo at your respective Regional Urban Outfitters.

XOXO, Yokoo

Well, not too long ago, I posted my first post to this blog to celebrate the dispatch of the collaboration between Yokoo Scarves & Urban Outfitters. The post took far too long to conjure and actually frighten me from even thinking about what this darn blog would ultimately typify.

(Perhaps Im on to something (the first blog about un-blogging)).

After the news had traveled around the interwebs and back, to my surprise, I was propositioned with yet another co-operative venture.

A certain well known designer is currently shaping a “Victorious” ad campaign in which modern women who each have their own personal tales of triumph share their inspiration all while looking, quite inspiring.

I was woefully floored, and initially thought maybe they had possibly emailed the wrong Yokoo.

I had never really shared many stories of triumph until I had posted the “Bottoms Edge” post last week, and couldn’t imagine such a designer taking a gander at my account between midnight masquerades in New York. Impossible.  Though happenings like this usually fall flat right as I am about to commit, I decided to continue reading anyway.

And just as I thought, there was “the fine print.” a little less understated than the Eyelash Conundrum, I was asked about my height and weight. Ugghh! This didn’t anger me, as it just puzzled me. What would an ad campaign about “triumph,” have anything to do with body size?

It’s not that i feel I am overweight, but because of the exact opposite – I am extremely proud of my body.

I long for those blithely days when my female cohorts mirrored the same objections. In my tiny, microscopic opinion, the women of yesterday were far more sexy and appealing than the oddities that are stuffed in magazines today.  Though as an designer myself, I truly  understand the psychological philosophy that motivates  this movement, I am still bothered by women’s consent to continue to play its game.

That being said,  I would still welcome the opportunity to inspire other young women as myself-wether  by paper, cathode  or pixel.  Inspiration is inspiration.

I decided to leave a few of my own artifacts of inspiration after the post. Enjoy.

-Yokoo

Any given Sunday is simply fine with me.

Not for what I do with it but what it does with me. It changes me; it realigns me; it calms me. Brings me at one with what I tend to forget in the midst of the week: “just what am I doing, again?” “Oh yeah, Im trying to offset the Worlds coming Polar Shift with 80% Wool and 20% Acrylic, two Knitting Needles, and a Green Mermaid.”

I had still not really decided what my (this) blog was exactly going to cover(any suggestions can be neatly folded and dumped in that box to your right) ; there was this viral-video spot I was contemplating that was brilliant on Monday, but today just made me feel cheap and used; and then there’s Urban Outfitters.  Me and the little Mermaid decided to take a walk.

No particular direction, but I just needed get my bearings.  I felt like I needed to realign my intentions,

I felt like I needed to recall just why I began ‘designing’ in the first place, where I plan on going and just how I plan on getting there – a path that slowly bleeds into its grass the deeper within the forest I venture to extend myself.

I deal with this by usually taking long lingering walks. I just sorta walk until I feel lost.  Long dreamy walks until images and figures are intensified into a throbbing blur. Everything sorta rushes in at once until I can figure what it is I am after.

The graphics on books,  the ideas pinched in people’s faces, pages in magazines,  and of course the beautiful array well dressed men and women that line the streets like flowers.

When I had suddenly gained slight awareness, I found myself on a wooden street bench outside of a department store. It was surprisingly busy for being so early on Sunday.  Maybe it was the weather.

Maybe it was the fact that the  women coming and going were too remembering their point of reference. By the looks on their faces the previous night had had them questioning some ‘woeful‘ decisions as well. It made me laugh. But ever so quietly. I was, you know, at  Church.

Yokoo.