Hi everyone,
I'm twenty-one this year, and although one would most probably celebrate the idea of being fully legal; I will remember this year as the year i fulfilled my yearning since young to own a quality timepiece. June 4th, 2010 was the day I acquired my work of horological art; June 4th, 2010 was the day I acquired my IWC Classic Pilot's Chronograph.
Ever since I was a young boy I was in awe at the very sight of a quality watch. I grew up with friends who were far more well off than me. In the midst of their teenage years they sported their very own AP's, Panerais', Roger Dubuis' and Hublots' to name a few given to them by their fathers. So much so that a 'more ostentatious equals better' mentality was infused into my understanding of what makes a timepiece a timepiece.
It was only when I entered the military for my national service (compulsory for Singaporeans) I was able to cultivate my perception of appreciating horology. So it hit me, my friends may own such timepieces but none of them really understood or appreciated what sat comfortably on their wrists. They didn't understand the marvel of an automatic-winding watch to a manual one, the complexity of perpetual calendar complication to an annual, or simply the idea of a man-made object running simply on the most basic laws of psychics to keep accurate and reliable time. Up to that very point is when I truly understood and appreciated timepieces.
During my first year in the army I saved my own salary and was now able to consider a watch of my very own. If it wasn't for my late-blooming realization of what makes a watch a watch; I would probably be considering a watch that leaned more to its' name rather than craftsmanship and innovation. When my eyes stumbled on the Pilot's Chronograph I knew this wasn't just the watch i had have; but when I read about the history of IWC i knew this was the first watch i had to have.
Four months ahead of time I still get excited every time I glance at my IWC. I'm not sure if it is the timeless classical look of the black dial and propeller like hands, the crisp detail of the white numerals, or the subtle yet brilliant red small-seconds hand moving ever so fluently.
Every time I glance at my IWC not only does it remind me of what time it is but the sole reason I appreciate watches in the first place.
Yours truly, a proud IWC owner,
Nicholas Lee




