When I lived in NYC I found myself, one evening, at an art after-party, near Lincoln Center, in what had once been George Balanchine's apartment.
When I happened to require the loo I discovered a pair of New York City Ballet dancers lying fully clothed in the bathroom's water-less bathtub.
When I laughingly inquired of the odd, but delightful, sight I was told by the two supine dancers that the tub had been Balanchine's.
That was the first I'd heard of the apartment's provenance.
Draw your own conclusions as to why the dancers were in the tub. I ended up dating - for a short while - one of the ballerinas.