Recently recovered from my parent’s barn, my Prince J/R Mini racquet, absurdly detailed ID label intact. This was the golden era of tennis for me–when the word itself only appeared in a paintbrush script. Almost vintage?

To celebrate, I have been playing tennis with my ’89 Prince Graphite 110. If you don’t have time to celebrate on the court, you should at least take the time to visit Bjorn Borg Fan Forever, a Henry Darger-esque shrine to all things Bjorn Borg. Some screenshots below. My favorite section is “Not E.T.”, a [...]