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  • Cool noise

    Our DJ spins you a handpicked soundtrack to your summer
    Could this be the summer that the Internet finally gets music right?

    By LIZ PELLY

  • With Boston Ruit, beer pong gets ready for its close-up

    Pong stars
    Mikey Connors of Peabody growls at his opponents from across the folding table. Whipping the crowd into hysterics, the beer-pong heavyweight steps back from the edge and starts to kick his heels up like a bull about to charge.

    By CHRIS FARAONE

  • Photos: Best.Summer.Ever.

    Photographer Mike Pecci and crew shot an inspired collection of photos to accompany our summer guide.

    By MIKE PECCI

  • Photographer: Mike Pecci

    Stylist: Nicole Fisher

    Props: David Lynch

    Assistant: Tony Fernandez

    Models: TJ Horn, Bert Meyer III, Kayla Harrity, Kimberly Ann Huerth, Anastasia Kry

    Living Images Developed by Mike Pecci

  • The film festivals of New England are no last resorts

    Sun screens
    Not only does our region offer some of the country's best vacation spots, but it also hosts some of the most innovative, manageable, illuminating, and entertaining cinephilic celebrations around.    

    By PETER KEOUGH

  • Make way for cornhole

    How the Midwest's stupidest sport is taking Boston by storm
    When I left Chicago for Boston three years ago, I expected to leave a few things behind. Friendliness, for one, and deep-dish pizza, and modernist architecture, and perfect hot dogs, and . . . cornhole.

    By EUGENIA WILLIAMSON

  • Exit the King

    All Shook Up is all screwed up
    The Elvis Presley–themed musical All Shook Up has all the makings of an entertaining train wreck: a bunch of Elvis songs strung together with inane dialogue; silly characterization; an implausible plot.

    By BRETT MILANO

  • The must-see art of the summer

    Season of surreality
    Summer art in New England means driving up Route 1 in Maine with the car windows down, past the odd and amazing roadside metal giraffes and caterpillars, and discovering — as I did a few summers back — a nondescript house that turns out to be Fawcett's A

    By GREG COOK