Every many has his set of fashion staples that frequently surface from the depths of his closet--a starched white shirt, his signature cologne (mine is Luna Rossa Extreme by Prada), a slightly worn but favorite pair of loafers. My personal list also features my peacock blue velvet blazer, a raw silk scarf that matches with every outfit, and oxidized silver rings that have been stuck under my knobbly knuckles since the street vendors in Greece slipped them onto me. Let's not forget the quintessential watch, hopefully one that is modest but sophisticated, like the Australian Halley on my wrist.
With all these classics lumped into one post, a slightly delusional version of myself had to experiment with every impractical and non-traditional way to wear my Halley. It's a lesson in absurdity and is the counterpart to the classic respectability of the white button-down I paired it with. All of a sudden, the watch was neckwear, palmwear...mouthwear? The watch shines, quite literally. And after a few months of wear and tear/general abuse, the dial still has its original sheen, while the caramel brown leather is aging and developing its own character. Guess its time to stop fastening it around my neck and actually get it onto my wrist!