In reviewing its art collection, Yale discovers that it might have an early Diego Velázquez instead of the unexceptional whatever it had stashed in the basement.
The painting’s not in good shape. It’s not Yale’s fault; the damage seems to have been done long before a couple of wealthy alumni gave it to the school in the 1920’s. On the other hand, since the piece didn’t seem all that important, Yale had, as I say, sort of stashed it.
Here’s a big reproduction.