ALRIGHT, BEFORE I GET TO THE WATCHES and the overall mood of the 2018 Geneva Salon International de la Haute Horlogerie (SIHH), I need to get something off my chest. Baselworld – the temporary second home of those plying our trade in that glorious merger of science and magic, craft and art known as haute horlogerie – you need to pull your head out of your ass. Because, like a multitude of others, I have been shamelessly bamboozled, swindled, and financially gutted by you, as you laughed condescendingly like Zeus, haughtily ensconced on his Olympian throne, because you felt that I, like all my ilk, had to prostrate tremulously before your might.
But I’ve got news for you. Like Bob Dylan says, “the times they are a-changing,” and with the…