Yorick Tattoo LLC is a husband and wife team of Yorick Fauquant and Sarah LoRusso. We share a love for art, fashion, nature, and travel. For the past 7 years we have discovered ways to support each other through our strengths and weaknesses, to be each others muses and inspiration, and always keeping space for the freedom to grow and explore everything life has to offer.
This coming together has created something palpable that transcends us.
Our story is unique and a bit bizarre....
It all began on a chilly Autumn night in Las Vegas just three days before Halloween. Dressed up like a skeleton (body paint and all), Sarah Jane LoRusso went out with friends to the Vegas Strip and (as most Vegas nights go) ended up at a crappy karaoke bar.
She was dancing alone in the mostly empty bar—shaking her bones to some unknown tune—when two guys walked in. Sarah barely noticed them until she noticed one of them noticing her. Dancing over to him, she tried to start up a conversation but realized he didn’t speak English. He was from France. She doesn’t speak a word of French. Undeterred, she did what any reasonable person would do—started meowing, purring, and rubbing her face on his. She assumed he speaks cat. She assumed correctly.
After much miming, pointing, and Google Translate, Sarah learned that his name was Yorick and that he and his friend were in town for a tattoo convention. Before Sarah and her friend called it a night, Yorick handed her his business card and invited them to the convention. She couldn’t stop thinking of the tattooed Frenchman, and for reasons unbeknownst to her, slept with his card under her pillow.
Exhausted from their late-night adventure, Sarah and her friend woke up and realize they’re running late for the tattoo convention. They got dressed as quickly as possible, and rushed back downtown only to find the last few people trickling out of the convention. It was over.
Distressed but not defeated, Sarah and her friend made their way inside but were met with yet another blow. Yorick’s booth was empty. Determined to reunite with the tattooed boy who stirred in her such strange emotions, Sarah decided to leave a note: “Hi French boys! Don’t leave without us. We’re looking for you. Sarah Jane”. And as fate would have it, the note worked! They found their French boys and what ensued was a night of random revelry that may or may have involved crashing an elderly ball.
To cap off their adventure, Sarah suggested a pub crawl. Agreeing, everyone got in their cars; French boys in one, American girls in the other. No sooner had they zipped off down the Strip than Yorick and his friend got stuck behind a red light and were lost in a flurry of traffic. Unable to pull over and wait for them to catch up, Sarah and her friend pulled into the parking lot of the first pub on their crawl and waited.
Time ticked by. Sarah looked around anxiously, her heart sinking—trying to reason with herself. She barely knew the guy. They didn’t even speak the same language! It was fun while it lasted. She’d get over it. But standing there waiting in the cold, she knew she wouldn’t. It didn’t make sense but she knew this wasn’t the end of their story.
She was right.
To Sarah’s complete shock and bewilderment, Yorick and his friend pulled into the bar moments later. It was the last time they’d lose each other.
The next day, as the boys prepared to leave for LA (the next stop on their American road trip), Sarah gave Yorick a tiger's eye stone for protection on his journey. Still convinced that this isn’t the end of their story, they said their goodbyes and promised to stay in touch.
Half way through Death Valley, at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, Yorick found a feeble WIFI connection, and using Google Translate, sent Sarah a message:
“This is crazy. I’m in love with an American girl I don’t even know.”
Sarah knew she’d found something special and after months of near daily video chats, she did something she never thought she’d do—dropped everything and moved to France to be with the man she loved.
The rest is history.