For me it started with a book. Don't even remember the name of the book. It was a tatty old paperback that simply listed watches, by maker and date, along with prices and simple pen sketches of the watches themselves. Damn, there was some breathtaking wrist candy in there. I was always drawn to one of the watches with the highest price tag: a vintage 1931 Jaeger (no LeCoultre) Reverso. I still don't own one. I've never even held one ... but it's pretty much the only one left on my "list". Although the more modern "Night & Day" and the Moonphase versions are bloody gorgeous.
Instead, I bought a 1930s Cyma tank ... and the rest is history. I've owned hundreds of watches since then, costing hundreds of thousands of pounds .... and then, one day, I found OF. You bastards. I blame everything on you from now on. Including my new found desire for play-worn Hotwheels.