Most wristshot interactions go equally: I will interrupt somebody’s day to inexplicably take a photograph of the watch they’re carrying, we’ll alternate pleasantries, and I will depart them to go about their enterprise. What occurred at one level whereas strolling the grid began off that method, then simply saved escalating to a spot I actually ought to have seen coming.
I noticed this lady carrying a Richard Mille stacked with bracelets and, needing to return up for air in a sea of “Tonys,” I caught my breath and requested {a photograph}. After we did the Reflection Mitigation Dance, I circled and all I might see have been RMs. At first I simply thought this was my physique’s pure response to compensate for Daytona saturation, however my eyes didn’t deceive me.
