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My Rekindled Love Affair With My Ex-Watch.
Or why I am bidding farewell to my Apple Watch.
Found it – my first-ever self-bought watch.
A Seiko chronograph, black dial, red bezel, still clueless about what a chronograph actually does. Hidden in my folks’ spare wardrobe, it was like unearthing buried treasure. Instantly, I called it quits with my 3-year-old Apple Watch and reclaimed this gleaming relic.
Maybe it’s nostalgia kicking in, or perhaps it’s just the thrill of novelty. But there’s something about these vintage timepieces – they just ooze class.
For all the Apple Watch’s fancy features – the sleep tracking, notifications, the works – strapping on this simple piece of metal feels like stepping into a new realm of maturity, allure, and self-assuredness. It’s uncanny, the disproportionate impact of such a subtle switch.
Gazing at its rhythmic ticking, the smooth sweep of the second hand, those quaint knobs and crowns, the glossy chrome, the perfect fit of its metal band – it’s an analogue dream. This is what design’s all about – straightforward, yet luxurious, practical yet sophisticated.
