Alexandros Stasinopoulos – "Ora" – haute horlogerie

Art is like masturbation. It is selfish and introverted and done for you and you alone. Design is like sex. There is someone else involved, their needs are just as important as your own, and if everything goes right, both parties are happy in the end.

— Colin Wright

Cheryl’s passion for shoes can only be matched by my love for cars.  My watch fetish comes an intimately close second. Watches should not only do the practical job of telling time, but must also showcase innovation and engineering excellence. I’m less about glittering trinkets of affluence – what stokes my fire is that which is symbolic of the free-thinking artisan’s guiding philosophy. I desire the manifestation of triumph over convention.

Regardless of the intended wearer’s gender, the ideal wristwatch speaks a design language which is equal parts eloquence and spectacle when measuring every passing moment. More importantly, the mechanics of time keeping is essential theatre, obliged to be revealed, never obscured within a conventional casing if at all possible. I want to see the guts of the thing, busily translating from mechano to chrono. This explains why I prefer analogue timepieces.  They are more satisfying than digital, at least to me, because they allow the artisan to demonstrate their craft in exquisite detail.  The designer assumes the role of playright, the stage skillfully built to best present each component, star actors in a masterful composition of purposeful motion. Alexandros Stasinopoulos is to design as Aeschylus was to drama.

I can’t presume to know if this concept could be made real. Only a skilled watch maker could say if the design is feasible. Perhaps the belt driven display would represent a profligate use of energy. Which, if true, would be a terrible shame because “Ora” deserves to make the journey from idea to reality. And, fates willing, onto my arm.

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