Post by mllemass on Oct 13, 2022 11:43:44 GMT
The whole article is written in the first person, supposedly spoken by Benedict, so I think the whole article needs to be posted here!
Benedict Cumberbatch: Here’s what your watch says about you
The one-time Sherlock does some wrist-sleuthing
Benedict Cumberbatch, one of the world’s most acclaimed actors, describes to Esquire Middle East the many things you can tell by looking at a man’s wrist
Your watch says a lot about you.
Sometimes it’s a treasure, a keepsake, a legacy piece that’s been handed to you from a previous generation. Wearing it is a continuance, reminding yourself of who you’re connected to as much as who you are.
If you’re someone with means who’s browsing the glass cases, your choice says a lot, as well. You could choose something very big, bold and brash, a showstopper. You then may assign it to a dinner party and watch as people crowd around you and look at it with the eyes of people regarding a newborn infant. As they stare, you notice it does have an organic beating pulse of a heart in it, too, though this one mechanical. You’ll marvel at it, just as they do.
Sometimes your choice is about the subtle artisanship and the understated aesthetic, marrying it to what you’re wearing rather than embracing the boldness of it as a toy to show off. Not that that doesn’t have its place, of course. I mean, I do that, too.
Your watches also speak to certain passages of life. Mine have. As my physiology changes, so does what I put on my wrist. I’ll think about the straps on my skin tone or the amount of hair I have or don’t have. I’ll think about my age.
I wouldn’t call myself a collector of things. I collect experiences, rather than objects. For me, a timepiece is about evaluating where you are at any given moment in the day. The glance at my wrist to realize I’m late for lunch, or the relief that I have time to read another chapter of this book or go for a walk beforehand. The watch liberates you as well as confines you.
As I look down at my wrist now, I’m wearing my Jaeger-LeCoultre Polaris Perpetual Calendar. What does this say about me, I wonder?
I’m self-obsessed with the color blue, and this has a wonderful dark iris the middle and there’s a lighter blue flickering around it. It’s satisfying just to stare at it, like getting lost in deep water. It reminds me of diving, with these flahes of orange there to catch your eye where it’s needed to keep your dive. That’s why I chose the metallic strap, as that gives it that glint of the sun on the water.
I pick this one off my dresser in the morning because of how adaptable it is. I’ve got three children, I live an active life, but I like to not spend too much time choosing what to put on.
I love to mindfully lose my focus on presentation. I have to be so conscious of it in my daily work that being in a place where I don’t have to be is really nice. That’s why I let go. I crave that freedom. That’s my excuse, anyway.
I can’t let go too much, of course. My wife is effortlessly brilliant at style—even when she’s slumming it, she looks incredible. I have some pieces in my wardrobe that that are not meant for public consumption, let’s put it that way. And then I think no one’s going to see me, and then I go to beach, and someone’s phone comes out, and there it is.
At least I had on my JLC, I think. At least my wrist looked good.
The one-time Sherlock does some wrist-sleuthing
Benedict Cumberbatch, one of the world’s most acclaimed actors, describes to Esquire Middle East the many things you can tell by looking at a man’s wrist
Your watch says a lot about you.
Sometimes it’s a treasure, a keepsake, a legacy piece that’s been handed to you from a previous generation. Wearing it is a continuance, reminding yourself of who you’re connected to as much as who you are.
If you’re someone with means who’s browsing the glass cases, your choice says a lot, as well. You could choose something very big, bold and brash, a showstopper. You then may assign it to a dinner party and watch as people crowd around you and look at it with the eyes of people regarding a newborn infant. As they stare, you notice it does have an organic beating pulse of a heart in it, too, though this one mechanical. You’ll marvel at it, just as they do.
Sometimes your choice is about the subtle artisanship and the understated aesthetic, marrying it to what you’re wearing rather than embracing the boldness of it as a toy to show off. Not that that doesn’t have its place, of course. I mean, I do that, too.
Your watches also speak to certain passages of life. Mine have. As my physiology changes, so does what I put on my wrist. I’ll think about the straps on my skin tone or the amount of hair I have or don’t have. I’ll think about my age.
I wouldn’t call myself a collector of things. I collect experiences, rather than objects. For me, a timepiece is about evaluating where you are at any given moment in the day. The glance at my wrist to realize I’m late for lunch, or the relief that I have time to read another chapter of this book or go for a walk beforehand. The watch liberates you as well as confines you.
As I look down at my wrist now, I’m wearing my Jaeger-LeCoultre Polaris Perpetual Calendar. What does this say about me, I wonder?
I’m self-obsessed with the color blue, and this has a wonderful dark iris the middle and there’s a lighter blue flickering around it. It’s satisfying just to stare at it, like getting lost in deep water. It reminds me of diving, with these flahes of orange there to catch your eye where it’s needed to keep your dive. That’s why I chose the metallic strap, as that gives it that glint of the sun on the water.
I pick this one off my dresser in the morning because of how adaptable it is. I’ve got three children, I live an active life, but I like to not spend too much time choosing what to put on.
I love to mindfully lose my focus on presentation. I have to be so conscious of it in my daily work that being in a place where I don’t have to be is really nice. That’s why I let go. I crave that freedom. That’s my excuse, anyway.
I can’t let go too much, of course. My wife is effortlessly brilliant at style—even when she’s slumming it, she looks incredible. I have some pieces in my wardrobe that that are not meant for public consumption, let’s put it that way. And then I think no one’s going to see me, and then I go to beach, and someone’s phone comes out, and there it is.
At least I had on my JLC, I think. At least my wrist looked good.