I’m OK with iced-out watches. You’d never catch me wearing a diamond-encrusted Richard Mille RM069 Erotic Tourbillon, but chef don’t judge. If someone wants to spend $750k to billboard their sexual proclivities, that’s none of my business — assuming the owner doesn’t want to tell me how to spend my money. But this? This is ridiculous. Crass. Don’t get me wrong . . .
There’s a long, noble history of obscene timepieces. The bumping uglies watch above comes from the house of Blancpain. Blancpain! But at least it’s not in your face, both so to speak and literally.
Hey babe, check out the message on my Mille! One can only imagine a rapper’s entourage howling with delight as the young lady quaffing Cristal clocks the digital invitation to cunnilingus.
It takes all kinds to fill-up the freeways. And keep Mr. Mille swimming in cash.