Mondrian’s velvet-roped poolside bar. Hurts to be shoo’d in broad daylight. If deemed worthy (famous, or a guest), enter a sea of bathing skinnies adorned with high heels and vodka sodas. Men much the same. Don’t swim, hair will muss. Drinks are pricey, but the giant bar cabana is nice for watching celebs accosted by hyperexcited Russian tourists.