Wry, embarrassed guide to Monochrome Watches—how to nod at minute repeaters, fake technical smarts, and leave the boutique with a handsome lie on your wrist.
I bought a Hodinkee watch to prove I wasn’t a child; it made me straighter, smug, and oddly sentimental—until I realized adulthood isn’t for sale. A nervous lie
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