Time, though artificial, is a very real preoccupation for many of us. You can convince yourself it’s not real, but such a proposition is much harder when face-to-face with a Patek Phillipe dealer, staring into his metal briefcase packed with vintage timepieces. A middle-aged Swissman who has left his chalet simply to speak with you in person. He’s made time for you, something you once believed was as fake as the crabmeat in your California roll. He didn’t even have a chance to twist his mustache into form and would've preferred spending the afternoon on the slopes with a nice Riesling.
Time’s fradulence is not something many of us question. That’s unless we’re considering buying a one hundred thousand dollar watch while on European holiday.
I don’t want funky do-dads on my watch. No touchscreens or WiFi. I don’t need connectivity or anything related to “The Cloud.” I want people who are in my presence for seconds to ballpark how much I paid for it. Which means I need gold, diamonds, and other rare gems that make it clear this wasn’t obtained on the blanket of a nomadic street salesman.
Because people who love expensive watches have too much time on their hands.
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