The other month I ordered a print from The Paris Review to celebrate that I was going to be done with the French Duolingo course soon (this will make sense once you see the print), and whaddayouknow! It arrived two days after I finished! Magnificent timing!
I’ve bought a few prints, but this is the packinest packaging I can remember for a print:
Behold!
“Do not drop!” I was starting to wonder whether they’d framed it before sending it or something, because it’s certainly heavy enough…
But no — inside is more cardboard… looking like an altarpiece…
And cardboard that had protective foam stuck to it. And then soft paper.
Tada!
So here’s why I found this lithograph (by Larry Rivers) so amusing — it’s a French lesson in itself! I am overcome with mirth!
Anyway, thank you, The Paris Review, for not sending it in rolled-up like people usually do. And now I guess I have to roll it up myself and find a tube so that I can take it to get it framed.
(Just kidding! I guess I’ll schlep the entire package over there. It’ll be excercise.)