For the perfect father-son b-ball weekend retreat, you check into the center of the action at Residence Inn Los Angeles L.A. LIVE.
You open your eyes and observe your clothes (Rick Owens or thereabouts) all over the floor. Oops! Vague memories of conversations about the medicinal properties of cucumbers with Devendra Banhart—or was it Father John Misty?—on a waterbed cabana by the heated rooftop pool last night. Maybe you’ll remember later. Maybe you won’t. Doesn’t matter. As your soul sister Tara Reid once wondered, “Why is partying and having a good time bad?”
Last night, the Figueroa came to you in a dream again, in its new form. You were transported to one of the new signature suites—the evocatively named Parador, Casablanca, Figueroa, Cabaña, El Rey, La Reyna and Mirador—homages to the hotel’s Spanish Colonial wood beams, arches, and columns.
You wake up in one of the hotel’s lavishly appointed 241 rooms—yours happens to be the ultra-luxurious RWB Suite, a spacious 1,250 square-foot pied-a-terre with its own library, dining room, pantry and freestanding pedestal bathtub (a feature of many rooms). Its sweeping views of Downtown L.A. beckon you outside, so you put on your Warby Parkers, some Gucci loafers and take yourself downstairs.