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Overhyped? Paul Newman Daytona
But let’s back up a second and think about our culture of social relativism. Since time immemorial, human beings have strived to better themselves, in particular, relative to others in their peer group. And since the advent of capitalism, they have demonstrated their superiority to others in two ways: by how much money is stuffed in their mattresses and how unfeasibly large and gravity defying their wives’ bosoms are. But with the rise of the middle class or bourgeoisie, newly minted arrivals to the middle stratum of society added another challenge to their sense of self worth. They had to show that they had culture and taste as well as money. In other words, they had to seek out and to co-opt the trappings and symbols of the aristocracy.
No individual attempted this with more blundering charm than Molière’s protagonist/comedic foil Monsieur Jourdain from his play Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme. The name of this play is intentionally oxymoronic, since a gentleman in the court of Louis XIV could only be endowed with his title through noble birth. But a small thing like that was not going to get in the way of M. Jourdain’s single-minded determination to rise meteorically and batter down the vigilantly patrolled hymen of the haute monde, by living like a true baller and shot caller, ahem… albeit one with class. Of primary importance is the way he marshals his sartorial assets consisting of velvet breeches and vest, rhinestones and doublet with an all-important inverted buttonhole — “no marquis would have it otherwise,” says his tailor.
But say M. Jourdain was alive today. And if he was as smart and insightful as he was doggedly determined to rub shoulders with the Santo Domingos and the Thurn und Taxis of this world. If he studied the interweb watch websites voraciously, he would realize that what was cool a decade ago, has become the very apogee of douche-baggery in the post-financial-crisis era. He would ascertain that instead of the massive priapically winged Pagani in gulf-chic chrome finish, he should own a vintage Aston Martin V8 Vantage X Pack or a Singer Porsche. Instead of the blinged-to-infinity skeletonized quadruple-oscillator-equipped panjandrum of horological finery, today, he needs a watch that shows how cool, how savvy, he is. Because he is insightful enough to understand today’s snobbery exists just as obviously, but in direct opposition to the old snobbery. And the age of “discretion and subtlety” we find ourselves in offers just as many opportunities to flaunt one’s wealth, but just in a different way.
But let’s back up a second here. Why is it that the world has suddenly gone vintage crazy? Part of it is because the post-financial-crisis world has gone back to embracing classic values and all things perennial. You need only look at the insane prices in the vintage-car market as proof positive of this. Another reason is that rich people have become aware that vintage watches offer better bragging rights than new watches. Says Swiss watchmaking’s greatest living genius, Jean-Claude Biver, “The reason people like vintage watches is because people always want what money can’t buy. Money can’t buy love and it can’t buy health, but pretty much everything else, it can buy. But a rich person doesn’t want to buy a watch for half a million dollars then meet someone else with the same watch. He wants something that is genuinely hard to find.” In other words, where exclusivity is the game, the relative rarity of vintage watches offers ever more insular street cred. But at the same time, he doesn’t want the watch to be so exclusive that no one recognizes what it is and correspondingly acknowledges what great taste he has. And for this, the Paul Newman Daytona is perfect. But let’s not dismiss that the watch, in every incarnation, is genuinely beautiful. Says auction superstar, and one of the key figures in increasing the popularity of the Paul Newman Daytona, Aurel Bacs, “Look at it. It is genuinely stunning. Probably one of the most perfect and beautiful chronographs ever made.”
And just how rare is the Paul Newman Daytona in reality? It is believed that for every 20 normal-dial vintage Daytonas, there is one Paul Newman in existence. Renowned journalist and edifier of all humanity Nick Foulkes explains, “The Paul Newman Daytona was perfectly positioned to become the new ‘it’ vintage watch. First of all, it is perceived to be rare, which it is in comparison to the normal-dial Daytonas. But in reality there are a lot of them out there, enough that as long as you have enough money, you’ll be able to pick one up. It is also distinct-looking enough that even people with very little knowledge about watches can recognize that it’s expensive and that is certainly key in the game of vintage-watch one-upmanship.” To add to that, I also think the Paul Newman Daytona has definitely become the point of entry into vintage watches for the hedge-fund guy who’s just made a lot of money. He wants to pick the watch that will immediately distinguish him as a connoisseur. It is the most obvious choice because it has a unique appearance and, of course, there is the mythology surrounding it. And it’s rare enough that it’s not easy to get, but easy enough to get if you really want one.
Because she, along with Jason Statham and Ed Sheeran, all began their lives as proverbial underdogs, one hawking stolen wares in a street market and another busking on the sidewalk, and each has clawed forth and extracted the sweetest nectar from life, thanks to a back-breaking work ethic, combined with exceptional God-given talent. And what about Adam Levine? I defy any man, woman or child to not admit the guy has talent in spades. And all of them want to rock out with their exotic dials out, who am I to player-hate?
In conclusion, yes, without a doubt, the Paul Newman Daytona, in all its many manifestations — including the tropical-dial versions that look crapped out the ass of a civet cat — have become the definitive rich guy’s timepiece of choice/celebrity swag of the moment. But after the vagaries of trend and ephemera have passed, after the pendulum of prevailing cultural mores swing back in favor of Dom Pérignon-bearing bottle-service hostesses replete with incendiary sparklers protruding from their varying orifices, gold-plated Lamborghinis and all things bling, when vintage watches go back to being just old watches, the Paul Newman Daytona, as Aurel Bacs correctly put it, “will always be one of the most beautiful watches of all time.” And in this — as in all things — Bacs is correct.