thing #71
vintage watch
As I make my best daily attempt to commute while narrowly avoiding being swept into the East River by a gust of wind, I find myself enamored by hidden treasures. My ice-blue chrome manicure under my gloves. My graphic tee with a cartoon cherub beneath my turtleneck sweater. My gold stack of huggies tucked behind my earmuffs. It’s a little treat just for me, like when my mom would leave a teeny note in the pocket of my lunchbox.
Though quiet luxury is dead in the water for a multitude of reasons, the idea of reclaiming quiet luxury as a hidden treasure just for me, myself and I becomes exceedingly desirable. Wouldn’t owning an $18,000 Chopard watch that no one ever saw, to be only tucked away under my layers of outerwear, be the quiet luxury final boss? Wrist candy for my eyes only, nothing but silence to city passersby, fighting the good fight against the wind tunnels on their own routes to their own offices.
Love this perspective on hidden luxury! The idea of wearing somthing beautiful jsut for yourself really shifts the whole status game dynamic. I started doing this with nice socks after realizing no one would see them but they'd make me smile all day. There's something powerful about choosing quality for your own experience rather than external validation.
what a lovely little read this was! I love to imagine Jane's watch ticking under her sweater with no one to know!