a moment in time: my perfect watch
As a photographer, timing is everything: 1/250 flash sync, 1/8000 shutter, ‘F/8 and be there.’
In the age of the digital display, time appears on our iPhones, microwaves, and rental cars. A watch is not longer the essential tool, like a sun dial telling the seasons. The mechanical watch IS retro. But time is precious, and cherishing each second will never go out of style.
And as a guy, watches express our signature style. We don’t have purses or fancy heels. Our timepiece says it all.
From puberty to when I was old enough to drink (21, folks), my Ironman watch suited me perfectly. Under $30, water proof, and a stop watch for running was all I needed. But I always wanted a bit more, not over the top, just something that says, ‘this is me.’ Since 1994, the TAG Heuer brand caught my eye, but was ruined thanks to Tiger Woods. Then came Movado, but I never followed professional football, let alone Tom Brady. Finding my perfect watch required an acquired taste. I just needed some inspiration.
My Perfect Watch
Black, white, and red. Those are my perfect colors. Add a little polished aluminum and perhaps carbon fiber and I’m set.
My perfect timepiece shouldn’t cost an heirloom $9,000, be tested at 100,000 feet, or rated at − 40° C. Forget those fancy dials. I spoke with a pilot friend recently and he said most aviator watches are never used. Dive watches much the same.
Classic handsome styling in a functional and sporty package: that’s me.
For $595 at Costco, I’m wearing my perfect watch, a Raymond Weil.
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