Playing on nostalgia is nothing new for watch brands, but I’ve mostly been immune to it. Usually it’s for a period of time I wasn’t alive for, or a war I didn’t fight in, or an old car I simply don’t care about. But I’ve come to accept that I’m at an age where nostalgia for me is actually real history for many. My lived experience of hanging up phones, buying CDs that came in cardboard long boxes, and killing time in malls doing nothing at all might seem as foreign to someone 20 years younger than me as getting all misty about the Pan-Am logo does for my friends and colleagues at the heart of Gen-X.
It was inevitable that a luxury watch brand would reach back into my childhood and pull something out like the Reebok Pump. The fact that it’s H. Moser is not particularly surprising given the brand’s recent history of challenging somewhat stodgy conventions of what it means to be a “luxury” brand in the first place. But it does make me feel a little old to know that something I have such a clear memory of from my youth is fodder for the watch nostalgia marketing machine.
For those who have forgotten or are simply too young to remember, the Pump was a line of basketball shoes introduced by Reebok in the early 90s with a particularly enticing gimmick, at least to impressionable children who waited all week to watch NBA Inside Stuff every Saturday morning: the shoe’s tongue was topped with a rubber basketball “pump.” Pushing it inflated an air pocket in the tongue, which Reebok told us would make the shoe more comfortable, stable, safe? I don’t really remember exactly. We all thought it would make us run faster and jump higher, the promise of every athletic shoe of that era and this one.
I wanted Pump sneakers very badly. We all did in the early 90s as 10 year olds who thought for sure we would all someday play in the NBA. I still remember, very clearly, when my dad told me in no uncertain terms that I probably wasn’t going to play in the NBA. I think he probably wanted me to focus less on basketball and more on school, which of course is sensible parenting. But I bet if I told him I wanted to work in wristwatch media at that time he’d have said I wasn’t going to do that either.


