The Holiness of Pizza, Documented

American photographer Jonpaul Douglass has been taking pizza into the wild—perching slices against barbed wire fences, floating them in puddles, posing them next to pugs—and calling it a series. He’s not wrong. Pizza in the Wild is one of those internet projects that sounds like a joke until you actually look at it, and then it feels entirely logical, even necessary.

There’s something genuinely correct about treating pizza with this level of reverence. It’s a flat disc of joy that has somehow become both low culture and totemic object—the thing you eat alone at 2am and the thing you order for a crowd. Douglass shoots it like a landscape photographer would shoot a waterfall: patient, serious, with compositional intent. The results are absurd and also, somehow, not absurd at all.

Art I can understand. Pizza I can understand. The combination makes perfect sense.