In fact, he also now has a gold-colored one. There is one still on the arm of my 13-year-old son, his first watch from three or four years ago. It was small, colorful, and crazy value, and of course, I recognized it. One look at the story and I was sucked into a time-loop back to 1984, looking through the window of a local watch dealer at the Casio F-91W. To rephrase an idiom, I can’t see the trees for the forest, so how do I get some perspective? A story in Wired triggered me, with the world’s most popular digital workhorse touted as a cool summer watch for a ridiculous $25.
And while I have been trying to consolidate, I’m struggling. Mechanical movements now turn me on more, but I love my red full-metal G-Shock and some meca-quartz beauties. I was a teenager in the ’80s, so digital cool was my gateway drug to watches. I know, yet another watch wasn’t the plan, but it will make sense, I promise. Last week, I accidentally found a way to re-connect with my childhood self and get some perspective through a €19 Casio. Many of you face the same dilemma, and one of the challenges is creating that objective distance between you and your wristwear to get some perspective on which ones you should keep. Of the ones remaining, five are vintage pieces that I pretty much never wear, but which are not worth enough to let go of. But a week with the Casio F-91W changed me.īut seriously, it’s going quite well, and I’ve managed to simmer the sauce down from 25 watches to about 18. And wouldn’t you know it, I just can’t seem to stop. So, if I get out of control with my purchases (again), I can’t hide. It’s honest, but it does mean that I’m regularly chatting with many of you. I’ve been foolish enough to use my own name for my watch-obsessed Instagram account. As with many things, I feel a stronger need to commit if I put it in writing, and with you, dear Fratelli, I can’t hide. As you know, I’ve been proclaiming my need for the consolidation of my growing collection.
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