This I can say with certainty: I was the only woman poolside at the Standard in a Miracle Suit. My friend Newt told me it was “chill” and “naked” and he was right. This place isn’t for everybody (no kids allowed) but it was just right for a few nights alone with my husband. By day two, my devil-may-care attitude returned and I was chill enough to let it all hang out in my bikini. The Standard reinvents the hotel: a well done redo of a vintage motel/spa with excellent yoga classes, clean, organic food, and plenty of interesting diversions: the hammam (a heated slab of marble that you laze around on trying to look like you do this every day), outdoor mud baths, a pummeling waterfall in the hot tub, and an infinity pool overlooking the bay.