Silk and steel: the Federerian ascent.
There are champions, and there is Roger Federer—the player who turned Centre Court into a drawing-room and the graphite racket into a quill. When the Swiss first arrived at Wimbledon, pony-tailed and unpredictable, he upset Pete Sampras in 2001 and then bowed politely to the lawns, as though apologising for the coup. Eighteen summers later, at the 2019 Championships, he moved with the same feline economy—white attire, white silence—only the scoreboards had learned to spell his surname in gold. Those who were present that afternoon remember an optical illusion: the ball left his strings not with a bang but a hush, as if physics itself observed protocol whenever Federer took the net.
His trajectory reads like a cartographer’s fantasy. He harvested eight Wimbledon crowns, six Australian Opens, five consecutive U.S. Opens and, on a muggy Parisian June in 2009, a lone but luminous Roland-Garros. The feat stitched his name among the four-cornered immortals and furnished every living-room with at least one Roger Federer print—the Swiss lifting the Coupe des Mousquetaires, clay-coloured tears on his shoes. A year earlier in Beijing, allied with compatriot Stan Wawrinka, he added Olympic gold in doubles; the two Swiss were seen that night strolling the athletes’ village, medals under their T-shirts to avoid a scene—typical understatement for a man who prefers reverence whispered rather than shouted.
One anecdote remains pure Federer folklore. In 2017, after six months of knee exile, he walked unseeded into Melbourne Park and exited with the Norman Brookes Cup. On the flight home, the cabin crew asked if he wished the trophy stored in the hold. Federer declined; he tucked it into an empty seat and buckled the seat-belt, apologising to passengers who would need to find another row.
Yet the numbers, however stately, are only scaffolding. The substance is movement—a balletic forehand invented in a Basel gymnasium where the young ball-boy was once asked to wipe Boris Becker’s sweat from the floor. It is also memory: the whispered counsel of Peter Carter, the junior coach who told him, “Play as if your feet are already where the ball will land.” And it is grace: the 2014 Davis Cup title, celebrated not with screams but with a smile as wide as Lake Geneva.
Today, tennis poster merchants still frame his silhouette—the kinetic calligraphy of a backhand in slow motion—and decorators confess that nothing completes a study wall like a slice of tennis wall art featuring Federer’s airborne hush. The 2019 Wimbledon image, captured mid-lunge, sunlight tattooed on the turf, is now pressed into an elegant Roger Federer print that carries the scent of rye grass and late-July applause.
Own a moment of that serenity. Hang our limited-edition Wimbledon 2019 tennis poster and feel the room inhale each time Roger Federer begins his swing. A master-class on paper, it is grace you can frame—and history you can live beside.
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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.
Silk and steel: the Federerian ascent.
There are champions, and there is Roger Federer—the player who turned Centre Court into a drawing-room and the graphite racket into a quill. When the Swiss first arrived at Wimbledon, pony-tailed and unpredictable, he upset Pete Sampras in 2001 and then bowed politely to the lawns, as though apologising for the coup. Eighteen summers later, at the 2019 Championships, he moved with the same feline economy—white attire, white silence—only the scoreboards had learned to spell his surname in gold. Those who were present that afternoon remember an optical illusion: the ball left his strings not with a bang but a hush, as if physics itself observed protocol whenever Federer took the net.
His trajectory reads like a cartographer’s fantasy. He harvested eight Wimbledon crowns, six Australian Opens, five consecutive U.S. Opens and, on a muggy Parisian June in 2009, a lone but luminous Roland-Garros. The feat stitched his name among the four-cornered immortals and furnished every living-room with at least one Roger Federer print—the Swiss lifting the Coupe des Mousquetaires, clay-coloured tears on his shoes. A year earlier in Beijing, allied with compatriot Stan Wawrinka, he added Olympic gold in doubles; the two Swiss were seen that night strolling the athletes’ village, medals under their T-shirts to avoid a scene—typical understatement for a man who prefers reverence whispered rather than shouted.
One anecdote remains pure Federer folklore. In 2017, after six months of knee exile, he walked unseeded into Melbourne Park and exited with the Norman Brookes Cup. On the flight home, the cabin crew asked if he wished the trophy stored in the hold. Federer declined; he tucked it into an empty seat and buckled the seat-belt, apologising to passengers who would need to find another row.
Yet the numbers, however stately, are only scaffolding. The substance is movement—a balletic forehand invented in a Basel gymnasium where the young ball-boy was once asked to wipe Boris Becker’s sweat from the floor. It is also memory: the whispered counsel of Peter Carter, the junior coach who told him, “Play as if your feet are already where the ball will land.” And it is grace: the 2014 Davis Cup title, celebrated not with screams but with a smile as wide as Lake Geneva.
Today, tennis poster merchants still frame his silhouette—the kinetic calligraphy of a backhand in slow motion—and decorators confess that nothing completes a study wall like a slice of tennis wall art featuring Federer’s airborne hush. The 2019 Wimbledon image, captured mid-lunge, sunlight tattooed on the turf, is now pressed into an elegant Roger Federer print that carries the scent of rye grass and late-July applause.
Own a moment of that serenity. Hang our limited-edition Wimbledon 2019 tennis poster and feel the room inhale each time Roger Federer begins his swing. A master-class on paper, it is grace you can frame—and history you can live beside.
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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.
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