There’s something so incredibly sexy and powerful about a gorgeous watch, don’t you think? When I was a wee intern at FHM, I was once tasked with ferrying 8 different watches around the city for a photoshoot. A car was called, a bodyguard was arranged, and off I went to meet in private rooms with representatives of Technomarine, Bulgari, Patek Phillippe…
Even with all the cool things I’ve done since (fly in private jets, stay in a suite at the Savoy, race Ferraris–just this weekend!), The Day of Glamorous Watches remains one of my favorite How the 1% Lives memories.
While in Vegas this weekend, I received a private tour of the luxury shopping center Crystals. We stopped at Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vuitton, Lanvin, Gucci, Tom Ford, Prada and a host of other ridiculously OTT shops, each one more lavish than the next. The property manager giving me the tour asked me what my “thing” was: “Shoes? Purses? Luggage? Jewelry?”
“Yes, yes, yes, and yes, please,” I responded, before giving the question serious thought and adding, “But what I really love are watches.”
And that was that. I was whisked away on a magical watch tour, visiting Harry Winston, Tourbillon, and–my all-time favorite-Cartier.
You may or may not remember the story of my lost Cartier watch. Papa Jolie bought it for me when I published my first book, and I have never loved a single item more fiercely. I’m not very covetous when it comes to things. After all, you can’t take it with you, it’s just a possession, true happiness comes from within, blah blah blah.
Let me tell you: even if you can’t take it with you, and it is just a thing…
True happiness comes from a Cartier watch.
I can’t afford a Cartier watch at this point in my life, but I’ve vowed to buy another one someday. In the meantime, I’ll have to be content with pretty pictures, mouthwateringly-tempting boutique visits, and hopeful dreams.