In late January, I posted on Instagram that psychiatrists should study the long-term effects of non-stop travel, 24/7, transcontinental, and in the wind. In context. After a week of attending the menswear tradeshow Pitti Uomo in Florence, Milan Fashion Week in Milan, the Geneva Salon International de la Haute Horlogerie in Geneva, a trip to Richard Mille Replica Watches in Bienne, where our train was broken down, and we were forced to take two taxis at world-record prices to finish our journey, and a week spent in London expanding the ecommerce of my magazine The Rake, just as I was about to leave for Bordeaux, I hit a wall. Enter "hit the Wall" into YouTube to see endurance athletes experience the sudden and soul-crushing loss of mental and physical capacity that occurs when glycogen is completely depleted. It is particularly funny in creative montages, when the song "Push It to the Limit" from the Scarface or Rocky III soundtracks is played.
Al Pacino in Scarface
It was the sudden loss of energy that left me unable to interact with anyone after four weeks of hand-shaking, smiling, entertaining clients, making smart, glib statements, and being charming, clever, witty and enthusiastic. I wanted to find a cave in the woods where I could live forever.
Richard Mille Replica Watches I would have liked to furnish my cave with a Hastens Bed, an Anderson & Sheppard Dressing gown, a few Por Larranagas and a couple tins containing decent Perigord Foie Gras and Vosne Romanee. Perhaps a sausage dog named Claude, who is also misanthropic, could be my only companion. I wanted to read Kierkegaard, Immanuel Kant, Paul Tillich and Christian Existentialism and blast punk rock legend Stiv Baators and the Dead Boys in unconscionable decibels that would rip my ears out and reformat my grey matter. Of course, such a reprieve would not be mine. One rainy Sunday in London, I chose to indulge in the restorative balm of a solo cinema trip. With a tub full of popcorn as big as a bathtub for a child, I let the Lumiere Brothers' light-borne escapism sweep over me.
Stiv Bators
In London, it takes forever for movies to appear on screen. The number of commercials about adult diapers I can watch is limited. The jowly, irascible, curmudgeon behind the ticket counter was seated at the time of the movie, The Favorite. He said "2:30 PM" and I was able to find myself eating a delicious bowl of curry ramen a few doors down. The same man informed me that the time was 2:34PM.
Calibre de Cartier Replica Watches He would not sell me a ticket. All I could see were the blacklights. As if my rage and frustration from weeks ago had exploded, something snapped. My rant was documented in my social media feed, but it left me even more devoid of faith in humanity. In this emotionally depleted, mentally drained and painful state, I found myself on a plane bound for France the next day. When I reached Bordeaux and drove the 2.5 hours to Bergerac, I was ready to go to bed. I just wanted to drink a bowl of wine and smoke a cigar while looking into the distance.
Let's take a moment to talk about something more positive, my friend Karl Friedrich Scheufele. He created the Calibre 1.96 in 1996, which I believe to be a seminal act of modern watchmaking. This movement was meant to represent his vision of the Chopard L.U.C. in-house movements. It was a revelation. It was the first micro-rotor of note since Patek Philippe’s acclaimed Calibre 240. The automatic winding system, designed by his own team, was completely redesigned when the original system, designed by Michel Parmigiani, who consulted with the movement at the very beginning, was not efficient enough.