List-haters take note: though the door minders aren’t as notoriously despotic as at the height of Tropicana’s hipness (even hotel guests had it tough breaking through), it’s still best to be connected, arrive early or get your group to book a bungalow to lounge amid the ultimate oh-so-Hollywood crowd of wannabes, kind-of-ares, bigshots, and an Olsen Twin or two. Designer Dodd Mitchell marvelously married Old and New Hollywood in a chic Mid-Century Modern oasis of palm trees, glass, and chrome under the stars. Revelers often strip down to bikinis or jams (puh-lease, no speedos) for a dip in the city’s largest heated swimming pool – with a David Hockney mural underwater – creating a scene both steamy and cool.