The picture of Gary Cooper — with a button-down shirt knotted above his navel — is enough to endorse Assouline’s “Hotel du Cap Eden-Roc” by Christiane de Livry, a sumptuous coffee-table book that celebrates the legendary hotel. (Even more fabled is the cash-only policy and $800 room rate, right?) This 144-page nod reads like a peek into a chatty hotel concierge’s diary and features glorious shots a la Slim Aarons. Stories of celebrities and their antics abound: King Farouk loved to push his eight wives into the pool. Liz Taylor arrived with a truck of luggage. Kate Moss paraded around in the buff. The story of Peter Weller trying to establish his VIP status by announcing “But I am RoboCop!” is almost as delicious as the tale of Bruce Willis and Johnny Depp being banned for commandeering the pool with 300 people until dawn. FYI: The owners, since 1970, are the Oetker family of Germany, and there’s a dog cemetery on the grounds dating back to 1900. Oh and for the record, Marlene Dietrich wore high heels on the beach.