Five minutes from now we'll realize this is obviously a guerilla marketing stunt for Bear Naked granola, but for the time being let's simply savor this unusual view from a Murray Hill office window on East 30th Street, where a rooftop across the street is the scene of some mostly-nude yoga this afternoon. Tipster Rupi Hayer tells us the Yogi in question "has some thong action going on," but nothing else.
Co-ed naked yoga classes have been a thing in Chelsea for a while now, but this gentleman is literally taking it to the next level. It all looks painful and a little dangerous, but we know from the Katha Upanishad that yoga is most powerful when you're freaking out the squares.
So shit's getting weird in Murray Hill. What's next, playing beer pong wearing nothing but flip-flops and hideous cargo shorts?
