I don’t have a regret, but I do have a major near miss.
When I made my decision on my first ’high horology‘ dress watch, I decided on the Lange 1815 Up/Down in white gold. Beautiful, well-finished, under-the-radar; a connoisseur’s piece that I fell in love with at first sight. I went to the boutique to make my purchase. But as I inspected it under a loupe, I saw a tiny nick at 6 o’clock. The salesperson saw what I saw and apologized, and said he’d have one express shipped from another location in the next day.
But as I was walking home, I thought about what happened and something occurred to me. I had never worn precious metal of any kind for any reason—do I really have the lifestyle to wear gold? As with anything I buy, I intended to get frequent use out of whatever watch I bought without worrying about keeping it pristine. But I live in Manhattan, so I ride the subway to work, pass hundreds of people on the sidewalk, etc., and all with rolled-up sleeves in the sweltering summers. I definitely don’t baby any of my watches and I expect wear and tear on any of them. But on a dress watch in particular, there’s a fine line between patina and inviting a horror show by selecting something that simply doesn’t suit my lifestyle.
So I went with the FP Journe Chronometre Bleu, cased in tantalum. Even after six years of frequent wear, it still looks great. It certainly has some wear, but it looks like normal patina rather than out-of-character dents and bruises.
I still love the ALS and lust after it, but after many desk dives and the addition of two very destructive kids, I’m happy (and relieved) that I didn’t go with gold at this point in my life.