... it would have to be the perfect accompaniment to what I consider to be a perfect state of being. As I get older that state has come to mean more by way of reclusive contemplation. I want to expand the uncluttered space around me to savour mastery of form, material, colour, depth and balance. I want to be able to look at that one watch and see it as a symbol of human successes and failures, accolades and set backs: a watch that represents pioneering spirit, an uncompromising approach, and fragile beauty. Through all of this I want a watch that minutely captures romance, classicism and a purity of vision that separates it and its wearer (me) from mundane reality. It must be able to transport me not just outside of myself, but into levels of stillness within.
I have to say that in the last 12 months or so one watchmaker has had that effect on me. It's Daniel Roth. Which of his watches would it be? I'm not 100% sure. The choice will be made after my head, my heart, my gut and my pocket have gone over the options. Of course my belated curiosity in his work over the last 12 months has coincided in an uptick in interest, but that's okay. It makes for an enjoyable experience.
p.s. I might read this back in 24 hours and wonder how I could have been so over-the-top, but as of writing this more or less captures how I feel.