The heart of the party is usually Carpe Diem, a decadent open-air club that started the recent V.I.P. surge when it opened in 1999 on the east end of the marina. There, flashy couples luxuriate on low wicker sofas sipping kir royals, while louche debutantes in Missoni bikinis dance on the marble ledges of the raised Venetian loggia to a garrulous mix of pop and Euro house. The air is tinged with salt, sage and lavender — and not even a whiff of austerity.
By CHARLY WILDER JULY 5, 2013