Maybe it was the brochure. In it, the towheaded model who looks like Kiki, the Norwegian sister of your grade-school crush, is dressed in gauzy pink-and-lemon pants and lying on a yellow Naugahyde sofa. Or she's leaning against the stark silver walls of some downtown industrial something-or-other. She's too much, her Yogini outfits too Easter-egg sexpot adorable to believe. Yogini has a night collection too, but really it's the pastel, rock 'n' roll, midriff-baring line that makes you want to strike a pose or wait backstage for a sure-thing pass.