COVER ART //
We'd love to pretend that all of SF's been knockin' on our door, asking, "WHY, OMG, WHY the phenomenal, mind-blowing, life-altering, sensual art that's helped me see God and gotten me laid thrice" --but alas, like those dark, dark, pre-Bumble days, our inboxes are rather manageable. Fine. They're extremely manageable. Unread emails as of EOD: 3.
But a girl young, eager to please pizza company can dream, right?
In case anyone out there has ever wondered why ... (cue X-Files "I Want To Believe" poster flashing in my mind's eye)
It's because we think pizza should always come with art, duh! We're simply following in some giant, turtle shaped footsteps, down this well tread path of art + pizza. Do the names Leonardo, Donatello, Mikey, and cranky Raph ring a bell?
But why these particular prints?
Wait, is this really a question?
IMAGINARY FRIEND:
No, dum dum. Literally no one has asked you this. You ain't Rihanna.
PYTHAGORAS:
Good Pythagoras gone bad?
IMAGINARY FRIEND:
You wish.
PYTHAGORAS:
Wait, how did we go from a simple explanatory blurb into an MFA dropout's screenplay?
(long silence)
PYTHAGORAS:
Hello? Is anyone there? It's me, Margaret.
(now shouting)
PYTHAGORAS:
Okay, well if anyone's wondering, we love kick ass art that puches you in the gut. You know, the kind that rekindles the fires of our dying passions**, shoots a ray of hope into our gloomy suburban lives.
IMAGINARY FRIEND:
Dude, you're literally plagiarizing lines from a Modern Family episode.
PYTHAGORAS:
Hey, you're back!
IMAGINARY FRIEND:
I never left, dummy. I was just in the next room making an acai bowl.
** dying passions include, but are not limited to: fine arts, screen-writing, and anything your pragmatic mother would disapprove of.
