Jonas Vingegaard – Jonas Vingegaard Print – Dauphiné Poster – Cycling Poster
Jonas Vingegaard, the yellow-sleeved Icarus of the Vercors, finds that wax melts quicker in June
The Dauphiné is a rehearsal dinner where the mountains uncork their first bottles of cruel vintage before the grand banquet of July. Into this prelude rolled Vingegaard, his ribs newly knit after that somersault on the Paris–Nice tarmac, his mind full of winter silences broken only by the whirr of a turbo-trainer in Thy. “I come to measure myself,” he murmured, quoting Kierkegaard as lightly as others quote their heart-rate. Measure he did—yet the yard-stick was wearing Slovenian socks.
From the first alpine arabesque above Aigueblanche, the Dane danced a careful gavotte: in the saddle, out, in again, like a metronome afraid of disturbing the orchestra. But Tadej Pogacar, half-imp, half-Eddy Merckx in a TikTok remix, turned the climb into a son et lumière, firing accelerations the colour of Roman candles. Jonas Vingegaard followed, always the second note of the octave, noble yet faintly off-beat, until the plateau of Valmeinier where his cadence finally cracked like a porcelain cup under too much tea.
Still, there were moments fit for a frame: Vingegaard sliding through the Col du Mollard descent with the ease of a mackerel in Nordic water, his shadow stitched to the asphalt by late-afternoon sun; the yellow jersey fluttering against his spine—a pennant for perseverance. These are the strokes that make a cycling print worth its ink.
He finished runner-up on GC, a silver medal of sorts, even if silver feels oddly heavy to a man accustomed to maillot-jaune helium. “I lacked that final knife,” he confessed, eyes the colour of Danish sea-glass. Yet knives can be sharpened, and July is but a page turn away.
For collectors of pedal poetry, we have pressed this resilience into a vintage-style Jonas Vingegaard poster—honeycomb background, resolute gaze, helmet still bearing the scars of ambition. Pin this piece of cycling wall art above your rollers and let every session whisper: Vingegaard Dauphiné today, destiny tomorrow. Claim yours before the peloton sprints away.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
The poster is edited with a vintage filter to create an aged effect. The spots, grain, and worn look are intentional to add more character to the image.
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Jonas Vingegaard, the yellow-sleeved Icarus of the Vercors, finds that wax melts quicker in June
The Dauphiné is a rehearsal dinner where the mountains uncork their first bottles of cruel vintage before the grand banquet of July. Into this prelude rolled Vingegaard, his ribs newly knit after that somersault on the Paris–Nice tarmac, his mind full of winter silences broken only by the whirr of a turbo-trainer in Thy. “I come to measure myself,” he murmured, quoting Kierkegaard as lightly as others quote their heart-rate. Measure he did—yet the yard-stick was wearing Slovenian socks.
From the first alpine arabesque above Aigueblanche, the Dane danced a careful gavotte: in the saddle, out, in again, like a metronome afraid of disturbing the orchestra. But Tadej Pogacar, half-imp, half-Eddy Merckx in a TikTok remix, turned the climb into a son et lumière, firing accelerations the colour of Roman candles. Jonas Vingegaard followed, always the second note of the octave, noble yet faintly off-beat, until the plateau of Valmeinier where his cadence finally cracked like a porcelain cup under too much tea.
Still, there were moments fit for a frame: Vingegaard sliding through the Col du Mollard descent with the ease of a mackerel in Nordic water, his shadow stitched to the asphalt by late-afternoon sun; the yellow jersey fluttering against his spine—a pennant for perseverance. These are the strokes that make a cycling print worth its ink.
He finished runner-up on GC, a silver medal of sorts, even if silver feels oddly heavy to a man accustomed to maillot-jaune helium. “I lacked that final knife,” he confessed, eyes the colour of Danish sea-glass. Yet knives can be sharpened, and July is but a page turn away.
For collectors of pedal poetry, we have pressed this resilience into a vintage-style Jonas Vingegaard poster—honeycomb background, resolute gaze, helmet still bearing the scars of ambition. Pin this piece of cycling wall art above your rollers and let every session whisper: Vingegaard Dauphiné today, destiny tomorrow. Claim yours before the peloton sprints away.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
The poster is edited with a vintage filter to create an aged effect. The spots, grain, and worn look are intentional to add more character to the image.
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Jonas Vingegaard, the yellow-sleeved Icarus of the Vercors, finds that wax melts quicker in June
The Dauphiné is a rehearsal dinner where the mountains uncork their first bottles of cruel vintage before the grand banquet of July. Into this prelude rolled Vingegaard, his ribs newly knit after that somersault on the Paris–Nice tarmac, his mind full of winter silences broken only by the whirr of a turbo-trainer in Thy. “I come to measure myself,” he murmured, quoting Kierkegaard as lightly as others quote their heart-rate. Measure he did—yet the yard-stick was wearing Slovenian socks.
From the first alpine arabesque above Aigueblanche, the Dane danced a careful gavotte: in the saddle, out, in again, like a metronome afraid of disturbing the orchestra. But Tadej Pogacar, half-imp, half-Eddy Merckx in a TikTok remix, turned the climb into a son et lumière, firing accelerations the colour of Roman candles. Jonas Vingegaard followed, always the second note of the octave, noble yet faintly off-beat, until the plateau of Valmeinier where his cadence finally cracked like a porcelain cup under too much tea.
Still, there were moments fit for a frame: Vingegaard sliding through the Col du Mollard descent with the ease of a mackerel in Nordic water, his shadow stitched to the asphalt by late-afternoon sun; the yellow jersey fluttering against his spine—a pennant for perseverance. These are the strokes that make a cycling print worth its ink.
He finished runner-up on GC, a silver medal of sorts, even if silver feels oddly heavy to a man accustomed to maillot-jaune helium. “I lacked that final knife,” he confessed, eyes the colour of Danish sea-glass. Yet knives can be sharpened, and July is but a page turn away.
For collectors of pedal poetry, we have pressed this resilience into a vintage-style Jonas Vingegaard poster—honeycomb background, resolute gaze, helmet still bearing the scars of ambition. Pin this piece of cycling wall art above your rollers and let every session whisper: Vingegaard Dauphiné today, destiny tomorrow. Claim yours before the peloton sprints away.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
The poster is edited with a vintage filter to create an aged effect. The spots, grain, and worn look are intentional to add more character to the image.
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
