I have a 1960s Omega that's honestly one of my favourite possessions. Nothing fancy, steel, handsome face. It's comfortable to wear, because it's a fraction of

I have a 1960s Omega that's honestly one of my favourite possessions. Nothing fancy, steel, handsome face. It's comfortable to wear, because it's a fraction of the size and weight of a modern status watches; and it keeps good time. So I wear it most days. It's not just an affectation: glancing at a watch when I want to know the time is a better experience than pulling out my phone. And it turned out not to be a gateway into more and more expensive mechanical watches. It's being used for what it was made for 60-odd years ago. First thoughts on seeing this were: that looks uncomfortable. Oh, but it's so expensive you'd hardly ever want to wear it so... that cancels out? Finally: the sheer amount of concentrated money in the world where that makes sense as a business proposition still astonishes. To be so rich to go past comfort or function and into a realm of pure envy.