Well, well, if it isn't Magnum P.I. What does the P.I. stand for, Magnum? Pretty Incompetent? Who solved the case of Old Macdonald, thank you very much? Well, I can't stand here all day, so I'll let you go back to grooming your face hair. What's that, Papa? It's just a poster? Blast you, Magnum P.I., dangblast you. We'll meet again.  

Kakkoi Baby

Dont' say it, don't say it. I know. These overalls are just too cute. We'll just have to learn to live with it.

Take that, Jasper Johns!

Yugo recently wanted to give his mother a present of fine art. Fine 7-month-old art. Something between an Yves Klein and a Clifford Still. Something with fingerpaint. After carefully preparing his paints through constant kneading, Yugo proceeded to fall face first into his multicolor palette. The result: incomparable body art.

The end result of Yugo's paint bath...

framed and ready for Chelsea.

Look at me, I'm ready for mischief

Yugos New Season

Yugo’s New Season!

Thank you, True Believers, for your patience and questions during the blog-stasis of the past weeks.
Well wait no more.



With the legal battles over creative control with Disney Studios™ now a distant memory, I’m glad to be back on the keyboard: Yugo, the one and only, typist extraordinaire.



During the hiatus, my agent stayed busy keeping me dimple-deep in cuteness and applesauce. Here he fends off some over-eager executives while I relax in the island air.



I hope you like the new Fall lineup: new locations, new crawling, new teeth. It’s all there and it’s all Yugo.



So hang in there, Folks, there’s more here than meets the eye!