The gentleman kindly ushers me into the office. From the shelf, behind the desk, he takes a green can, with an old typeface, of coup de fouet , and the abbreviated name in a modern typeface. “This was the first can that fell into my hands. It’s American, it was given to me by some uncles of mine who spent a few days in New York in a time when people didn’t travel so much. Can’t you see it’s thicker?” It is a soda can, without a ring, well preserved, brightly colored: perhaps it has been restored. “That can told me about a new world, about trips that were not within my reach. It was, in a way, an artistic object, although art has not particularly interested me. Do you remember when the first cans arrived?”
The can museum | Entertainment | The USA Print
