While you were spending last night desperately trying to explain exactly why you thought sending a Male Ballerina Singing Telegram to your girlfriend's office was the best use of your discretionary Valentine's Day budget, an exuberant concatenation of scantily-clad scenesters took over a Russian bathhouse on Coney Island for a night of steamy commingling. Live vicariously through them/make snide remarks about waterborne hipster diseases in the comments! [ more › ]