Introducing the Watch Curmudgeon: a new column on worn&wound that is intended to be a humorous and sarcastic break from the normal articles we feature. Who/what is a Watch Curmudgeon? Well, he collects watches and has for many years. He loves watches, is truly obsessed with them and is incredibly knowledgeable on all things horology. Yet, he finds a way to complain about almost everything watch related. Whether it is a function of a watch, the size of watch, who wears the watch, how much the watch costs, where it is sold, where it is made… He’ll find something wrong…that is the nature of the Watch Curmudgeon. The column is essentially a platform for him to vent on, well, everything.
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Yeah, I’ve got some complaints about watches, but let’s get one thing perfectly straight: I’m a watch lover. Have been for many many years. And I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for everything from simple Swatches to those monstrously complicated marvels, those impossibly intricate little machines that’ll set you back a gazillion bucks.
Now, I don’t own any in that latter category, but I’ve got a reasonably respectable collection of timepieces. (I prefer the word timepieces here because it makes them a bit more precious than plain old watches.)
One of my timepieces is a Davosa with a Unitas movement that’s been modified to display the moon phases and power reserve. Knowing the mainspring tension is extremely practical, but the moon phases? Give me a break. I’ve never even set the damn thing.
Unless you’re in the horoscope industry or some kind of hack astronomer, who needs it? Honestly, when was the last time someone came up to you on the street and asked, “Hey buddy, have you got the moon phase?” Or have you ever been a quarter moon late for a movie?
In place of that dumb complication, the Davosa could have benefited from the addition of a date function. But I don’t care that it’s dateless. That’s one less thing you have to fiddle with when you want to throw the watch on. Most of my timepieces do, however, display the date, which is fine by me. But only one of them is a day/date. Annoying.
It’s a pain in the ass to get it all set up, and it pisses me off to think that there are people who don’t know what day it is. Come on. The day? Maybe if you’ve been drunk for a week or have been time traveling in another dimension, you may need that assistance.
It gets even worse. There are numerous watches that display the date, day….and….month. The month? You’ve either got to be in a coma or suffering from severe amnesia to be month-less. A few watches out there will also give you the year, but I’ll spare you my thoughts on that.
One last thing about my Davosa: it’s not too water resistant. Which means it surely won’t be accompanying me when I explore the Titanic. But I’m not fretting that because there are plenty of dive watches that can take me down to the deepest trenches.
About a week ago I was in one of New York City’s numerous watch retailers looking at one of the latest entries into the deep deep deep deep deep category. The salesperson told me I could take it down at least 15,000 feet. That’s stupendous. The watch would survive, but I’d be squashed down to the size of a raisin.
Hmmm, dive watches. They’re great. We all love them. And many of us own several. Me included. If you’re wondering if I actually dive, don’t wonder too long. But…….I have bravely taken my Rolex Submariner out into the rain. That’s about as wet as 97% of all dive watches get. Look at it this way, if everyone who owned a dive watch dove, there wouldn’t be any room for the fish.
Dive watches give you a supreme sense of security and make wonderful conversation pieces. I can almost hear a couple of chaps on the deck of a yacht comparing theirs. “I say, Biff, old boy, what do you think of my new Blancpain X Fathom with its nifty depth gauge?” “Fabulous, Chip. I was considering one for myself, but I’ll wait until they add a complete calendar, moon phase, and chronograph functions.”
Oh no. I mentioned a word that makes all watch connoisseurs soil their BVD’s: Chronograph. Over the years, I’ve acquired several myself. What with all their little hands, sub dials and numbers, they’re wonderful to look at, play with, and marvel over their complexity. And not only are manufacturers constantly introducing exciting new ones in all price categories, but the history of chronos is extremely interesting, as well.
Chronographs represent a point where need and want spin off in entirely different directions. Obviously, we all want one, but how many of us actually need one? I, for one, certainly don’t. Frankly speaking, I’ve never really used any of my chronographs. Never. Not even to time an egg because I’m a disaster in the kitchen.
The one time I could have actually used my chrono, I was prevented from doing so. While in a production studio, I offered to time a radio commercial I had written. With a deprecating little chuckle, the producer dismissed my offer, saying only digital chronos would suffice. I considered telling him that mine had a Valjoux 7750 movement, but I didn’t want to add insult to insult.
From what I’ve gathered conversing with other watch addicts who even own flybacks and rattrapantes, few people use theirs either. But what does that matter? Unlike moonphases, day and month counters, and minute repeaters, Chronographs are wonderful to wear and make you look like you take your time seriously.
Did you notice what I mentioned in the previous sentence. Read it again, and you’ll see something that I could endlessly rant about: minute repeaters. But I’m not going to discuss them now. Next time. I might even throw a wrench into tourbillons and the quest for supreme mechanical accuracy. Who knows, I might also discuss the absolute necessity for watch endorsements by celebrities.
By John Weiss