Actually, after collecting watches for a long time, you tend to get tired of designs that are too rounded. I still prefer the beautiful lines of the Royal Oak—the large checkered pattern on the black dial. When you gently turn your wrist in a dimly lit bar, the interplay of light and shadow blurs the sense of depth, and it’s truly mesmerizing.
My brother told me that a 41-millimeter watch looks a bit big, but this model was designed precisely to make a statement—if it were too small, it would lack that certain charm.
There’s no need to get caught up in the myths surrounding the premium prices of authentic watches. As long as you understand the logic of the industrial design behind it, the satisfaction this “replica” brings is no less than that of the one on the store shelf—unless you’re examining it under a microscope magnified dozens of times, in which case, I’m out of ideas. (In my eyes, mechanical watches have no social hierarchy; when they’re running, they’re living, breathing entities.)
That’s enough. What remains is the time—the most worthwhile experience of all.