The 7 stages of watch buyer’s remorse (when you just don’t click with that new timepiece…)

Editor’s note: Shane, the island-dwelling author of this piece, lives in a country that does not enjoy the same access to the objects of our obsession as most of us reading enjoy. Ireland may have nailed a perfect accent, but it has some work to do in providing its citizens with more luxury watches. Thus, Shane and his kind are in the situation where they are buying many watches sight unseen. Which, as we all know, is a recipe for…

MICRO MONDAYS: Autodromo, for the rev-head that drives tastefully, or the watch lover that lives adventurously

It’s Monday, baby! June. The. First. I’ll skip the “pinch and a punch” nonsense – the first half of this year has been a dystopian nightmare … we can only hope things get better from today. Luckily, there are indeed slivers of hope that our fortunes are on the rise, even if our thermostats aren’t (damn you, winter!). For example, from this evening here in Victoria’s capital city, Melbourne, we’re allowed to go to the pub, have up to 20…