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?”
All 285 guest rooms and luxury suites at the Four Seasons are pretty marvelous, featuring marble bathrooms, French doors to step-out balconies with views of the gardens, the Hollywood Hills, and Rodeo Drive. But the Wellness Rooms are specifically designed to recharge and refresh you body and soul, which is exactly what you need if you’re going to make it to that retreat at Esalen next month, and not sneeze your way through the whole thing.
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.