by LeO on 2010-02-11
I’m sitting here with my Movado in one hand and a screwdriver in another. Why, you wonder?
Nope, I’m not going to doodle on the wristband.
Nope, I love my watch.
Nope, my watch is not broken. Yet.
I’m having my life flash before my eyes. My mom used to call me The Destroyer when I was five. The urge to take things apart was (and still is) bigger than me. The things were not meant to be taken apart by 5-year-olds, so this usually was the end of the things.
Thanks to Jose Geraldo Reis Pfau I’m about to dismember my watch. Which may or may not lead to turning it into a piece of art. The Brazilian is good. Just look at his miniature motorcycle sculptures constructed out of watch parts. Captivating…
Somebody tell me where I can get some junk watches… Before it’s too late!