The Time-piece Love Affair Editorial featuring: Movado Edge Watch It’s so easy to take for granted that before smartphones, not wearing a watch spelt professional and academic ruin – there simply was no other way to tell the time on the go. But even to one unversed in the language of fashion as yours truly was, it was somehow important that choosing a time-piece was to be out of love. My first love was, rather unfortunately, a long yearned for pink Baby-G (as seen in Girlfriend magazine, bible of all misguided girlish desires). Like many teenage romances, that went the way of the break-dancer boyfriend with mommy issues. Graduated now into what I’d like to think are more discerning tastes, the Movado Edge watch mirrors my current penchant for the simple and elegant, yet always skirting the verge of androgyny. Is it so strange that the watch is an utterly personal thing? From its invention, it was never solely adored for its practical utility alone. Indeed, the idea of carrying time in your pocket was a work of engineering marvel and beauty, and inevitably exclusive to the small elite. So even now, to wear a beautiful time-piece is a sign […]
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