Irish-born Bostonian Kieran McWilliam still remembers
his very first Guinness at Reddy's in Carlow - his preferred stomping ground on
the old sod. Clearly, it made an impact: for more than 20 years, McWilliam has
been behind the bar at Brighton's Irish
Village, pulling perfect
pints of the lauded stout. With St.
shamelessly snapping iPhone selfies of your #KillerAbs in public-bathroom
mirrors? It may be time for professional help. Lara Woolfson and Kate Harper of
Waltham's Studio Nouveau let locals unleash their inner bombshells through sexy
boudoir photography (as shown above). And photographer Ryuji Suzuki of Boston's
Beaupix has a growing business taking online-dating profile pics for clients.
With the advent of sexting and Internet porn, phone sex is becoming a lost art for most of
us. But for Cameryn Moore, a phone-sex operator who lived in the Boston area for the past
eight years, it's a livelihood - and a rich source of material.
Years before For a Good Time,
Call . . . hit the big screen, Moore's one-woman show Phone Whore toured the world and won the award
for Best Female Solo show at the 2010 San Francisco Fringe Festival.
Everyone's a comedian, right?
Actually, no: while we may fancy ourselves the belles of the comedy ball when
we're half a bottle of whiskey deep, being a real stand-up comic is hard work.
Having been in the game since the late '80s, BU alum and "comedian's comedian"
Marc Maron knows all about that. "I've been doing this a long time, and people
actually want to see me now," he says.
If you're like, uh, 99.9
percent of the human population (which includes us), chances are you've
resolved to get in shape before. And if you're like 99.9% of that
population (which also includes us), chances are your very best intentions gave
way to late-night beer and pizza orgies and canceled gym memberships come
Savvy shopper Christine Mitchell is here to save your procrastinating ass
We're the kind of
people you see sprinting frantically around the mall on Christmas Eve,
mainlining food-court coffee with sweat streaming down our red faces as we
elbow other hapless procrastinators out of our way because WE SAW THAT SCARF
FIRST AIGHT? But we're not proud of it.