Editor’s Note: Welcome to our latest column, Consuming Collectibles, penned by W&W contributor and distinguished wine and food writer, Brian Freedman. One of our driving goals here at Worn & Wound is to share our enthusiasm for watches in an approachable manner, and make the hobby broadly accessible in the process. Features often bereft in the wine and spirits arena. Here, Brian will share his expertise and insight to an often misunderstood world and connect the dots to his other passion: watches.
Back in 1987, there were a handful of things that I coveted above all else: A boom box with two tape decks, which would allow me to copy my neighbor’s “Slippery When Wet” and “Faith” cassettes; the phone number of the girl who sat in front of me in my fourth-grade classroom; and a Swatch Skeleton with a turquoise crystal, a gray strap, and a bright-yellow face guard, which would inevitably come in handy during the epic games of street hockey I played with my friends and neighbors.
Eventually, I got two of the three—sadly, I wouldn’t “pull any digits,” as we unfortunately called it back then, until midway through my fifth-grade year, and that relationship lasted for exactly two dates, one to Baskin-Robbin’s for ice cream sundaes and another to see the new Chevy Chase movie at the local theater—but the lasting impact of that watch is still with me today.