Clay, steel & gold: Djokovic’s Parisian apotheosis.
He began, legend says, by hitting soggy balls against a bomb-scarred wall in Belgrade; he ends—at least for now—kneeling on the terra-cotta altar of Court Philippe-Chatrier, gold hanging from his neck like a miniature sun. Novak Djokovic, the perpetual shape-shifter of modern tennis, has finally gilded the only blank square on his mosaic: Olympic champion in Paris 2024.
For eighteen years he has bent the sport to his whims: 24 Grand Slam titles, a record 40 Masters 1000 crowns, seven season-ending Masters, 428 weeks perched on the summit of the rankings—numbers that read like a tailor’s measurements for eternity. Yet the man himself remains deliciously human. You still catch him inhaling the scent of a new can of balls as if it were warm bread; you still see him scribble messages to distant causes on camera lenses, a graffiti artist in Lacoste whites.
His anecdotes could fill an armada of scrapbooks. The night before the 2010 Davis Cup final he commandeered the team hotel’s piano, thumping out “Kolo” folk songs until security pleaded for mercy; Serbia won its first salad bowl the next evening. In Melbourne 2012, with a torn shoe and a torner heart-rate, he survived a 5-hour-53-minute final against Nadal, then danced the “Gangnam Style” with ball-kids at 2 a.m.—the fans stayed simply to giggle. At Wimbledon he once imitated a Rufous woodpecker mid-match, rhythmically pecking his racket strings to jolt them back into tune. The crowd chortled; Djokovic proceeded to win the next eight games.
And yet even for an athlete powered by boyish mischief, time sets traps. Elbow surgery, gluten exorcisms, the occasional self-inflicted storm. But try as it might, entropy found only tendons woven from stubborn steel. Witness the 2023 Roland-Garros semi-final where, two sets each with Carlos Alcaraz, Djokovic prowled through lactic-acid fog, won the decider 6-1, then apologised for “stealing a kid’s thunder.” The kid, grinning, asked for a signed shirt.
Now Paris. The Olympic final delivered the match the marketing gods petitioned for: Alcaraz’s elastic fireworks against the Serb’s Occam-razor geometry. At 4-all in the fourth, Djokovic chased a drop shot so wide he grazed the sponsor boards, flicked a backhand on the half-volley, and muttered in Serbian, “There is no planet B.” Three points later, a clenched fist, a roar ricocheting off Haussmannian facades, and history’s ledger balanced itself. Moments later he clutched that medal—yes, the one immortalised in this Novak Djokovic print—and kissed it softly, as if afraid to wake it.
He has never been shy of metaphysics. “Pressure,” he once said, “is a privilege on which I pay rent weekly.” Paris has doubled the rent and he has gladly signed the cheque. What remains? Perhaps the whisper of a Calendar Slam; perhaps simply the urge to out-stretch a muscle that refuses to age; perhaps the quiet act of giving away practice shirts to ball-kids in exchange for a single high-five.
Look closely at the poster before you: the ochre dust suspended mid-air, the out-stretched Asics, the ball frozen like a bright punctuation mark at the end of a sentence only he could write. This is not merely a tennis poster; it is choreography captured, resilience framed. Printed on archival matte, each grain of Roland-Garros clay seems to breathe, each drop of sweat glints faintly under lamplight—museum-grade tennis wall art for anyone who values grace seasoned with grit.
Own the moment. Bring home this limited-edition Paris 2024 print and let Novak’s gold-dusted triumph ignite your walls—proof that even perfection can be persuaded to improve.
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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
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Clay, steel & gold: Djokovic’s Parisian apotheosis.
He began, legend says, by hitting soggy balls against a bomb-scarred wall in Belgrade; he ends—at least for now—kneeling on the terra-cotta altar of Court Philippe-Chatrier, gold hanging from his neck like a miniature sun. Novak Djokovic, the perpetual shape-shifter of modern tennis, has finally gilded the only blank square on his mosaic: Olympic champion in Paris 2024.
For eighteen years he has bent the sport to his whims: 24 Grand Slam titles, a record 40 Masters 1000 crowns, seven season-ending Masters, 428 weeks perched on the summit of the rankings—numbers that read like a tailor’s measurements for eternity. Yet the man himself remains deliciously human. You still catch him inhaling the scent of a new can of balls as if it were warm bread; you still see him scribble messages to distant causes on camera lenses, a graffiti artist in Lacoste whites.
His anecdotes could fill an armada of scrapbooks. The night before the 2010 Davis Cup final he commandeered the team hotel’s piano, thumping out “Kolo” folk songs until security pleaded for mercy; Serbia won its first salad bowl the next evening. In Melbourne 2012, with a torn shoe and a torner heart-rate, he survived a 5-hour-53-minute final against Nadal, then danced the “Gangnam Style” with ball-kids at 2 a.m.—the fans stayed simply to giggle. At Wimbledon he once imitated a Rufous woodpecker mid-match, rhythmically pecking his racket strings to jolt them back into tune. The crowd chortled; Djokovic proceeded to win the next eight games.
And yet even for an athlete powered by boyish mischief, time sets traps. Elbow surgery, gluten exorcisms, the occasional self-inflicted storm. But try as it might, entropy found only tendons woven from stubborn steel. Witness the 2023 Roland-Garros semi-final where, two sets each with Carlos Alcaraz, Djokovic prowled through lactic-acid fog, won the decider 6-1, then apologised for “stealing a kid’s thunder.” The kid, grinning, asked for a signed shirt.
Now Paris. The Olympic final delivered the match the marketing gods petitioned for: Alcaraz’s elastic fireworks against the Serb’s Occam-razor geometry. At 4-all in the fourth, Djokovic chased a drop shot so wide he grazed the sponsor boards, flicked a backhand on the half-volley, and muttered in Serbian, “There is no planet B.” Three points later, a clenched fist, a roar ricocheting off Haussmannian facades, and history’s ledger balanced itself. Moments later he clutched that medal—yes, the one immortalised in this Novak Djokovic print—and kissed it softly, as if afraid to wake it.
He has never been shy of metaphysics. “Pressure,” he once said, “is a privilege on which I pay rent weekly.” Paris has doubled the rent and he has gladly signed the cheque. What remains? Perhaps the whisper of a Calendar Slam; perhaps simply the urge to out-stretch a muscle that refuses to age; perhaps the quiet act of giving away practice shirts to ball-kids in exchange for a single high-five.
Look closely at the poster before you: the ochre dust suspended mid-air, the out-stretched Asics, the ball frozen like a bright punctuation mark at the end of a sentence only he could write. This is not merely a tennis poster; it is choreography captured, resilience framed. Printed on archival matte, each grain of Roland-Garros clay seems to breathe, each drop of sweat glints faintly under lamplight—museum-grade tennis wall art for anyone who values grace seasoned with grit.
Own the moment. Bring home this limited-edition Paris 2024 print and let Novak’s gold-dusted triumph ignite your walls—proof that even perfection can be persuaded to improve.
---------------------------------------------------
➤ 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
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
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