Pinky Huffman, Fashion Columnist 

Nothing like a fatal head wound to get the blood pumping, so to speak. This Valentine’s Day, line up your seven hottest boys clad in dashing pinstripes, and mow them down, if you know what I mean. Sure, Valentine’s Day is traditionally a corporatized celebration of romantic love, but what could be more romantic than paying remembrance to the seven sexiest men of the North Side, who died on one tragic February 14th. 

Whoever said fedoras were cringe, clearly hasn’t taken a walk around the block at 2122 North Clark Street and felt the ghostly touch of a fallen gangster. This Valentine’s Day Massacre celebration, be the talk of the town with a sexy take on the classic chapeau. Lined with lace, and misted with a signature scent, you’ll stand out from the crowd up against that brick wall. What’s the signature scent you ask? All the hottest girls this February are sporting a blend of cigar smoke, pommade, and leather. 

Reservations can be hard to snag on the most romantic night of the year, the anniversary of the brutal mid-morning slaughter of seven prominent gangsters. Instead of the tired candle-lit meal that everyone else does, plan a picnic for you and your beau on the site of the massacre. Sure, there'll probably be snow on the ground, and Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder is just across the street, but a homemade spread under twinkle lights is the only way to truly pay homage to our fallen baddies. 

If you want to be like every other couple, blindly following the whims of a holiday created by Hallmark and honoring an old ugly Roman saint who didn’t even have a cool hat, you’re surely planning on gifting flowers and jewelry to your boo. Booorrrrinnggg! If you really love your sweetie, you’ll honor them by wrapping up a vintage 1921 Tommy Gun. Is that a ‘Chicago Typewriter’ in your pocket or are you just really excited to honor the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre?