Although I do appreciate the technical glory of a Rolex, it's fancyshmancy-ness has never truly star-struck me. In my experience (by experience I mean trying them on under the alias of Lord Crawford-Jenkins III at pretentious jewelry shops) I have found them to be either too boring or too gaudy and just simply too overrated for my liking. Actually I've grown to despise them! That is, until I found these babies!!
Is it possible? Have I been won over? Oh, Rolex, you dirty little bastard, you have finally reeled me in, touché! But ehseriously, I can't get enough of these shindigs. Their vintage (1964-1969) greatness, classic oyster faces, their preptastic fabric straps... their EVERYTHING! Just the perfect combination for eyecandy. Alas, they're worth more than I could ever part with but at least I now know that there IS a Rolex out there for me. Sneaky, sneaky, Rolex, how you play games with me! Bittersweet.
via: 00 o 00 Blog