#tips for piaget watches

[mwm-watch-repair-service]

Piaget Watch Servicing in Mumbai

Piaget is a Swiss luxury watch brand that has been producing high-quality timepieces since its founding in 1874. If you own a Piaget watch or are considering adding one to your collection, it's important to know how to properly care for and maintain it to ensure it lasts a lifetime. In this guide, we'll cover some essential tips for collecting and caring for Piaget watches.

Collecting Piaget Watches

Piaget watches are a symbol of elegance and luxury, making them a popular choice for collectors. When collecting Piaget watches, it's important to consider factors such as the watch's rarity, condition, and age. Piaget watches from the 1960s and 1970s are particularly sought after, as they feature unique designs and movements that are no longer produced.

Another factor to consider is the watch's materials. Piaget is known for using high-quality materials such as gold, platinum, and diamonds in their watches, which can increase their value over time. It's also important to ensure that the watch is authentic and has not been modified or refurbished, as this can affect its value and collectibility.

Caring for Piaget Watches

Proper care and maintenance are essential for ensuring that your Piaget watch lasts a lifetime. 

Here are some tips for caring for your Piaget watch:

Keep it clean - Use a soft, dry cloth to wipe down your Piaget watch regularly to remove dirt, dust, and oils from the skin. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive materials that can damage the watch's finish.

Store it properly - When you're not wearing your Piaget watch, store it in a dry, cool place away from direct sunlight and humidity. Avoid storing it near magnets or other electronic devices, as this can affect the watch's accuracy.

Service it regularly - Piaget recommends servicing your watch every 3-5 years to ensure it's running smoothly and to prevent any potential issues. Only take your watch to an authorized Piaget service center or a trusted watchmaker who specializes in Piaget watches.

Avoid extreme temperatures - Piaget watches are designed to withstand normal temperature fluctuations, but extreme heat or cold can damage the watch's movement or cause condensation inside the case.

By following these tips, you can ensure that your Piaget watch remains in excellent condition for years to come. Whether you're a collector or a first-time buyer, a Piaget watch is a timeless investment that's sure to impress.

[lightyaoigami]

sending u things, along with this hug that u can take or not take as u wish. 💜💜💜 can you go into like as much detail as you wish about your clothing and/or cologne choices in any of your fics? (idk if you did pick colognes for them or not, but. if you did.)

ok i hug u, i pick u up, i spin u around <3 here is an outfit that is important to me because im obsessed with the kompromat-verse. im literally an insane person so i always have an outfit, a hair style, and a fragrance for them in every universe:

kompromat!L is wearing the reiss brighton cropped trousers & an outrageously expensive jil sander white button down but i need u to know and understand that it's like. very wrinkled, sleeves rolled up, he did NOT dry clean this as per the instructions. he washed it and then it was smashed at the bottom of his laundry basket for a week. as for fragrance he's wearing ds durga steamed rainbow which, to me, smells like wet pavement. he's wearing plain black wing tips for shoes.

kompromat!light is wearing a beggars' run made to measure suit in blue seashell wool and a somewhat out-of-trend pair of brown monkstrap shoes. this was kind of a flash-in-the-pan trend in the mid 2010s & i feel like light is very hot but not actually in style so he's hanging on to these. also as i mentioned in the fic he is wearing a blue faced piaget polo s watch. the polo s looks like a knockoff of the patek nautilus, which is much more expensive and rare, and L clocks that immediately. the blue face is kind of weird because the watch face & suit are close, but not identical in color- he's relying on being conventionally attractive rather than actually stylish. so sorry, light. as for fragrance i brainrotted on this a little bit and i think he's wearing house of creed neroli sauvage which is a very citrusy, bitter floral scent that i would describe as "aggressively androgynous." very hot and sexy imo. i have this headcanon that light smells amazing idk i hope youre all on board with that!!!

[sumpix]

adolescent egocentrism expressed in an messianic form.

Does anyone know where I can find information on Jean Piaget's so-called "Messianic stage" that Jordan Peterson has mentioned several times? I'd be grateful for any help or tips.

Peterson talked about this on the Joe Rogan Experience #877 (1:54:50) and in his recent conversation with Jonathan Haidt and Steven Pinker on YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tAQM5uU8uk&t=2170s). 

Haidt was surprised because he had never heard of Piaget's "Messianic stage" - and neither have I. On the JRE, Peterson said the following: "[...] young people like to think about ways to change the world right and that's actually a positive part of their development it's a stage that the developmental psychologist Jean Piaget called the Messianic stage and he associated that with late adolescence [...]".

Piaget's 1958 The Growth of Logical Thinking from Childhood to Adolescence on page 343 refers to adolescent egocentrism expressed in an messianic form. Google book search: https://books.google.com/books?id=39cdDv2-PZkC&q=messianic#v=snippet&q=messianic&f=false

[destinyc1020]

Apparently Darnell was wearing the Piaget for her during the Valentino show .... her attachment to that necklace (she's pretty loyal to the new watch too) is just incredibly sweet and telling idk. It's a little thing but it gets me every time.

I heard that lol! That's the second time I've heard of him doing that lol.

But yea, she loves that Piaget necklace! I wonder if Tom got that for her on a very significant day (wasn't it V-day?), or if something really special happened that day he gave it to her or something. It definitely has a lot of sentimental value for her, especially since she kept it all these years even after they were broken up. :( Either that, or she's been wearing a LOT of stuff he's given her in the past all this time, but we just never knew he bought it for her lol. 😅😉

I have a feeling we just know the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Tomdaya. Ohhhh all of the things we DON'T know....

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: PRT FOUR

More nasty ass Erik !!!!!!!!!!! + adding two other requests for Erik giving reader anal and it’s painful/Reader choking Erik back for the first time and he moans.

I might as well make this a series because I’m in part four of this shit. Here is more of Erik freak ass and Y/N giving her pussy up. Multiple times.

part one  part two  part three  

Y/N and Erik took their fucking and sucking to her dorm room whenever Brandy was away with Erik’s friend. She complained to him about how small her bed was for them to fuck and sleep on but Erik didn’t care. They were both on their way back from grabbing a quick meal through a drive-thru. Still slurping up his lemonade, Erik stood behind Y/N with her book bag slung over his shoulder and his eyes staring at her ass. She had on these high waisted jeans with a butt rip under her right ass cheek. Those fucking jeans hugged so tight they looked painted on. Looking like a goddamn canvas.

“Lil mama, if you don’t open this fucking door up.” He could not look away from her ass. Then she had the nerve to wear one of those tiny ass shirts again. The front read Trap and Sex in hot pink lettering and the rest of the shirt was colored white.

“Daddy, my keys are twisted in my earphones,” she was struggling with the iPhone earphones tangled in the chains and key links of her unnecessarily heavy keys.

“You want me to get you some AirPods?”

Y/N beamed up at Erik with her pretty white smile, “You would actually do that for me?”

“Yes,” Erik grabs her keys, “Which one?”

“The silver one with the orange sticker on it,” she pointed at it with her long coffin-shaped gel acrylic nails painted this pretty salmon pink color. Each key for every dorm had a designated sticker. Her dorm complex all had orange stickers. While Erik fumbles with the door, Y/N takes his cup to drink the rest of his lemonade. She only got one suck in before it was all gone. Kissing her teeth, she pulled the top off and started eating his ice. Her glossy lips smacked and her teeth crunched as she chewed.

Erik held the door open for Lil Mama while she easily walked in from under his outstretched arm. She was 5’ 5 so it was a breeze. Her door clicked shut softly and now they were inside of her warm dorm room. Erik sat Y/N’s book bag down on the small black suede couch bed before kicking off his Nike VaporMax Plus with a black, white, and grey colorway. Y/N tried to clean up the living room a bit but Erik was already used to seeing Y/N and Brandy’s mess. Wigs with mannequin heads, Sephora make up bags, unopened packages, heels, textbooks, and an assortment of PS4 video games.

“Y’all some fucking slobs,” Erik unzipped his black Nike Therma training vest revealing a white Henley long sleeve top underneath that bunched around his biceps and pectorals.

“This space is so small our storage bins can’t hold everything, Erik,” Y/N grabbed the freshly washed wigs and mannequins to place in a corner behind a stack of storage bins to make space.

“All this time you’ve been staying here and you didn’t get a dresser?”

“I have one,” she said while smoothing down a pink wig in her hand, “it’s too damn full.”

“So, you basically brought your whole bedroom to campus?” He chuckles, “you’re silly, ma.”

“Leave me alone,” she pouted like a baby.

Erik mocked her pout making his eyes soft and blinking his long lashes. She giggled at him before turning around to put the wig away.

“Brandy not coming back tonight, right?” Erik pulls out a blunt that he had rolled nice and tight for tonight.

“Nah, she’s with your friend, remember?”

Erik puffed out smoke, “So that means I can be in that pussy all over this dorm room?”

“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. This was her Daddy. He could fuck her anywhere. If that nigga said to drop to your knees in public she would drop to her knees. If he told her to give that pussy up she would bend over in half for him and not think twice about the people around them. She’s been craving his big dick all day during classes. He had her so wet and sticky that she had to make a stop in the women’s bathroom during her free period to rub her clit into a squirting orgasm. She wished he could have seen the mess she made on that floor. Y/N always squirted when she had her clit rubbed or sucked on.

“Yes what, Lil Mama?”

“Yes, Big Daddy.” She spoke with the sweetest voice. It almost made Erik’s tooth hurt with how sweet and angelic she sounded.

“You’re such a good girl for me all the time. So submissive for Daddy, ain’t that right, Lil Mama?”

“Mhm, yes.” Y/N was obsessed with the dick and all of Erik honestly. He didn’t even have to fuck her to have her hooked. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if her Daddy left her.

“Girl,” He shook his head before resting it back against the couch, blowing his smoke into the air, “I’m about to punish that pussy...I’m dead fucking serious.”

Y/N closed her eyes in bliss while nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Keep biting on that lip ima bite it myself.” Oh, she needed a reminder. Erik already had her ass in the car.

Erik tongued Y/N’s mouth down in that drive-thru making the people behind them honk their horns and yell. He was practically sucking and fucking her face. She was squirming in that seat with her legs up and hands gripping the seat belt. His tongue was so damn good in her mouth. Her head fell lazily back and off to the side like she was fainting from the way he kissed her. Erik then grabbed her neck to hold her still before removing his tongue from her throat, a long trail of spit connecting with hers. She had to reward him with her hand in his sweats using her thumb to stroke the tip of his dick.

“Think I’m playing, Y/N, I will tear your little ass up in here.”

Y/N’s lip slowly released from between her teeth. It was swollen and blushed from how much she chewed on the pouty flesh. She rubbed her glossy lips together before giving Erik an innocent smile.

“I was just saying how much of a good girl you are but you must want daddy to punish you, huh?”

His head fell back against the couch again, Erik widening his legs to invite her over to him. He had those sexy deep brown eyes on her and his full bottom lip between his teeth.

“C’mere,” He said with a suppressed voice. Erik took both of his thumbs to pull back the waistband of his sweats and briefs. Erik’s groomed pubic hair was revealed to her lustful eyes and with one thrust of his hips, both pieces of fabric came down and rested under his muscular ass while his moisturized, lengthy, girthy, and magnificent black dick popped out and swung up and down like a pendulum. He jerked his hips and made his dick jump. Y/N loves it when he makes his dick jump. Lifting up the sleeves to his Henley, Erik takes his left hand to grab the base of his dick. She could hear the skin move up and down and she could see the veins of his shaft rolling each time his wrist covered with a Piaget watch twisted expertly to give himself the perfect stroke.

“C’mere.” He scrunched his face while biting the corner of his bottom lip, “you know what Daddy likes. Come suck me, Lil Mama.”

Y/N got down on her hands and knees and crawled to Erik. Once there, she squeezed herself between his legs and the coffee table in the dorm room. Now that she was on her knees between his legs, Y/N picked Erik’s dick up with her small hand, giving it a nice squeeze. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and his bottom lip poked out showing Y/N his gold canines. Using her slender pink tongue, Y/N licked from Erik’s delicious sack, the smooth base of his dick, up his length, and to that pre-cum oozing tip.

“Ooo,” she moaned before making a hissing sound with her teeth. She squeezed her Daddy’s big dick again and more of that syrupy goodness seeped out. That same pink tongue licked around the head of his thickness before her soft and unyielding lips cloaked him.

“Damn, Lil Mama. You can suck some dick, girl. Look at your little freaky ass. Suck this Daddy dick, cutie pie.”

Y/N inhaled Erik’s dick with no hands.

“Oh, shit,” Erik chuckles, “look at that pretty mouth on you.”

With her round eyes on him, Y/N made her jaws extra tight, breathing through her nose, and pulling all of him into her mouth. Erik’s hand came up to grab her puff, using the curly strands to pull her mouth off his dick. Erik stuck his tongue out at her, flicking it. Y/N leans forward, Erik’s hand around her neck, bringing her in to flick his tongue with hers. After a rather nasty tongue thrash that had Y/N’s lip dripping with Erik’s spit, he playfully slaps her face causing her to gasp.

“Throat deeper than a motherfucker,” He places two of his fingers into her mouth, “You can fit all of Daddy’s big dick in that nasty mouth.”

Y/N gags around Erik’s fingers. He takes them out slowly, rubbing it down the length of her tongue then over her bottom lip.

“Shit, look at what you got my dick doing.”

Each time his dick bobbled up and down his balls would jump. Still covered with spit and still just as rock hard as before. Erik and Y/N glanced at each other before turning their attention back to his beautiful cum stick. Reaching his left hand up, Erik takes his pointer finger to circle his slit mixing the pre-cum with Y/N’s saliva. He lifted that finger and she could see a slimy string of pre-cum. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth. She let it stick out as far as it could go. Erik made her suck on his finger then with a forceful hand he grabs the back of her neck bringing her lips to his dick again for her to suck.

“Yeah, Lil Freak,” Erik widened his legs more, “Make Daddy cum...shit...why you sucking me like that? LOOK AT ME...why are you sucking my dick like that?” He playfully slaps her again, “why?”

“Because I want Daddy to cum for me.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Make Daddy’s big dick cum. Show me you worked so hard for that shit.”

“Like this,” she slurped him up causing Erik’s lips to part and his hands coming up to cover his eyes.

“Just like that,” he lifts his shirt up so she could have a view of his defined body that he worked so hard to achieve, “girl, you got my nuts in your mouth. Daddy ain’t even have to ask you. That’s what I’m talking about.”

He never had to ask her to suck him off because she loved that shit. His dick was so damn good in her mouth. She was moaning around a mouth full of dick.

“Damn, I’m keeping you...best believe I’m keeping you, Lil Mama.”

Yes, Daddy-“ she sucked.

“Daddy turned you out?” He gave her a coy smirk.

“Uh-Huh, Daddy-“ she sucked.

“Hmph- oh my God, girl-Ah-sh-shittttttt,” she felt his thick cum hit the back of her throat, “shitttt...shitttttt,” she kept her lips sealed around his dick, still sucking just as hard. Y/N was cum hungry, “oh yeah? Oh yeah? Keep sucking my shit keep-fuckkkkkkk,” Erik has more for her. Y/N graciously took it and slurped it down with no problem, “FUCK YES.”

Finally finished drinking his cum, Y/N slowly pulled her lips off but not before French kissing his thick head. The leering expression on his face and the way he shook his head made Y/N want to suck his dick again just because of his reaction.”

“Turn around and bend over for Daddy to see.”

Y/N got up, bending over the coffee table to show how her tight jeans stretched out over her ass and that rip under her right ass cheek separating even more. She looked back at him with a pout of her lips and blinking patient eyes. She started rolling her hips for him in slow motion. Erik reaches out and pops her ass so intensely that Y/N yelps. Erik takes his fingers, pulling on that rip and distressing her jeans even more. Now she has a big ass hole there with some of the jean material hanging.

“Daddy-“

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about these jeans. Take all this shit off now.”

Y/N stands up, undoing her jeans and pulling them down. She bends over to get her feet out and now Erik could see her bright yellow thong.

“You so damn thick, Lil Mama, damn,” He smacks both her ass cheeks, “Daddy love all this,” Erik squeezes her ass, then both his hands came out to jiggle her prominent flesh, “Put my face in this ass and eat it the fuck up, ma.”

She felt heat prickle her skin.

“Yes, eat this ass and phat pussy, Daddy,” She encouraged him, “here,” she spread her cheeks showing him exactly what he wanted to see, “this ass and phat pussy, yeah?”

“All that ass and phat fucking pussy, bitch,” He rubs her asshole with his finger, “You hella tight back here...can’t even fit my fucking finger in.”

“This a virgin ass, Daddy. Ain’t no dick been in there,” she laughs. Y/N used small butt plugs before but that was it. She never thought about trying anal for herself because she was too chicken to do it but now, she could try it out for her Daddy.

“No dick been in here?” Erik asks with a low tone.

“Nope, none, Daddy.”

“So what does that mean for me?” He was rubbing her pussy lips now, squeezing them, and spreading them.

“You can take my ass if you want.”

“You sure?” Now he was thumbing her labia, “I got a big dick on me, Ma, it’s too much to handle.”

“I’ll be a good girl...” he was teasing her clit now.

“Be a good girl and give this ass up? If you say yes that means I get to take that ass and you can’t stop me. Once I’m in there I’m gon’ beat that tight ass up.”

Y/N knew how long and girthy Erik was but she wanted to try his big dick in her ass. Y/N wanted to see if she could handle him.

“I promise I’ll let you beat it up just like this pussy.”

“Oh...you getting it tonight, fuck that.”

Erik stood up, grabbing Y/N and throwing her over his shoulder so he could play with her ass cheeks. They walked into her shared dorm room that was just as messy as her mini living room. He was gonna make her clean up but first, he needed his dick wet. He tossed her down to her bed, pulling her Trap and Sex shirt off and then her bra.

“Trap and Sex?” He sucked on her nipples, “That means you like fucking to trap music, Lil Mama? Pop that pussy and twerk that big ass on the dick? Fuck this pink puss to the beat?”

“Mmmm, baybee,” Erik motorboated her breasts causing her to giggle. She opens her legs for him so he could play all in her wet pussy and suck her titties at the same time.

“Got the pussy all open and shit,” Erik didn’t waste no time taking his three fingers, curling them, and fucking her pussy all the way down to the base of his fingers. She gushed and slushed all over him. It was so easy for him to slide his fingers in and out. He was still sucking her nipples and biting them. Y/N used all the strength in her thighs to keep them spread open and raised up while she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I see you, pretty girl, I see you opening them legs to give Daddy more of that phat pussy.”

Her head fell back and her left hand came down to rub circles on her clit. She was creaming all the way down to her asshole. Bed sheets stained too.

“Got all this phat puss and ass. This shit is mine. Daddy only fucking you. You better not give this pussy to none of them little niggas or I’m punishing you. You hear me?”

“Yes! Oh, God, Erik-“

“Come correct, ma, it’s Daddy.”

Her puffy inner folds and clit were so warm and swollen from how fast she rubbed.

“Move your fucking hands. Keeping that juicy clit away from me. You tryna be stingy?”

“N-no,” she opened her pussy lips, “here you go, Daddy. It’s all yours...mmm...it’s all yours.”

“All this pink sweet pussy?” Erik stuck his tongue way out and thrashed it under the hood of her clit all over that shit. He got every single inch of her and now she was leaking for him. He always had her cumming fast with that mouth of his.

“Daddy, my clit is so hard...” She looked at him with defeated eyes.

“I know, that’s why I’m about to suck on it for you. Got my dick down here hurting for some of this good puss.” Erik wraps his lips around her clit and labia with those pussy riding lips he got. He was making her precious pussy cum. Her Daddy always gave her good licks and sucks.

“This pussy talking to me, Lil Mama, she wants me to put this dick in,” Erik stood up, pulling his sweats and briefs off uncaring about his shirt, “I’m fucking you just like this.”

His mouth-watering dick bounced as he positioned himself over her. He was so rough with the way he pulled her legs apart and back to her ears. Erik gripped the bottom of her bare feet firmly while using the power of his hips to drill into her pussy. That phat puss was happy to be taking some of him again. Every time felt like the first time with Erik. She was outrageously wet. His mature and violent strokes inside her once innocent pussy has Y/N talking in tongues.

“You like giving this pussy up to Daddy.”

“Yes!” She grabs Erik’s chain around his neck.

“You tryna choke Daddy out?” He spoke in a harsh tone that had her shivering.

“Mhm,” she tightened the chain causing it to cut into his skin, “choke Daddy back just like I fuck Daddy back.”

She could see his skin bruising from how tight she had his chain around his neck. Erik slowed down his strokes, his eyes hard and nostrils flared. Y/N let his chain go and used her own hand to grab his neck. She pulled Erik down to her mouth where she tongued his lips and sucked on them. He swiveled his hips inside of her and just allowed her wetness to hug him while they kissed. He was moaning in her mouth. No grunts or groans, straight moans. The tighter she made her hands the more he moaned while they kissed. Erik sounded so damn sexy moaning.

Ahhhh... *hisses* ahhhh... *hisses* ahhhh

He said that over and over with his raspy tone of voice. It was beautiful to hear a man moan and not be afraid to. When she let his neck go he gave her a deep desirable look that had her reaching out for his neck again.

“Ooooohmmm,” he moaned with his eyes on her, “Yeah, Lil Mama, choke me out like that.”

“Daddy I want you to moan for me, please?”

“I gotchu, ma,” Erik sucked on her fingers, “Ima moan while I fuck this pussy.”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy.” Y/N lifts Erik’s shirt from his body, tossing it on the floor. He stroked her with his head hanging low to watch the way he dicked her down.

“Ain’t gon’ find dick like this again,” Erik watched his balls slap her ass with each stroke and his dick stretching her out, “Got me over here taking this wet wet showing you how a real nigga fuck some pussy.”

“Daddy-“

“You ain’t even gotta tell me, ma, I know this pussy ready to bust all over me. Cum on this daddy dick... you keeping it away from me?” He tilted his head down at her while his dick murdered her slit, “gimmie that shit...mhmm, mhmm...cum-on-this-dick.”

“Shittttttttt, baybeeeee,” She shook under him as she released on his dick. Erik smiles at her while Y/N’s eyes rolled shut. He pulls his dick out for her to see what she’d done. Creamy and dripping wet.

“Lick me up,” He ordered.

Y/N licked him like an ice cream cone, cleaning him all off.

“You got some lube, ma?”

“Yeah,” She got up on wobbly legs, walking over to her dresser. Erik sits down on the edge of the bed to remove his socks before falling back with his hand around his dick, jerking it. In Y/N’s periphery, she could see her Daddy’s balls jump and his hand twist and pull on himself. She moved her ankle socks and panties to the side to reveal a bottle of grape-flavored lube she received in a goodie bag from her other campus friend Morgan’s toy party. They were gonna need the whole bottle with how big his pipe is and how tight her asshole is. She walked back over to him, sitting the lube on the bed and as if compelled, sucked the tip of his dick while he jerked his stiffness.

“Can’t keep this dick out your mouth for nothing,” Erik laughs before grunting deep, “look at you tryna suck me like a straw, Lil nasty ass. I like that shit. C’mon, I’m tryna cum in your ass.”

Y/N’s mouth popped off and Erik stood up from the bed to stand behind her.

“You know how I like it. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N got into position. She felt his dick hit the back of her thigh. All that thick meat was about to enter her ass. She shivered from how nervous she was. Erik got down on his knees while his right hand pumped his dick. He puts his tongue in her ass and the second she felt that snake-like tongue wiggle and that spit drizzle down to her pussy she let out a sharp moan. She couldn’t see his face since he was all between her cheeks but damn she wanted him to see her expression. Her eyes watered and her mouth was wide with pure shock. His wet tongue was stabbing at her asshole. She reached back to hold her cheeks open. Erik mumbled something but he was too busy eating her booty she couldn’t understand a word he said.

He finally resurfaced with a shiny face, “Damn, I could feel that ass clenching around my tongue,” Erik opened her pussy wide, “all my spit just chilling in this creamy shit,” he leaned in to suck her clit slowly before letting go with a pop of his lips, “Y/N...I swear to God, ma...pass a nigga that lube!”

She quickly handed it over to him. Erik popped the cap on it, squeezing out so much of it to slather over his dick. Y/N could smell the grape flavoring of the lube. Erik was drenched in that shit. He takes some from his dick, bringing it to Y/N’s virgin ass to finger her there with it. She was gripping his fingers. Every time his knuckle would enter her she clenched around him.

“You gotta relax, ma,” Erik instructed, “I know you can’t help it but relaxing is the only way I can fuck this ass, you hear me?”

“Yes, sorry,” she breathed evenly to steady herself.

“Good girl. You ready?” Erik stood behind Y/N.

“Please,” That was enough of a response for him. Lil Mama just didn’t know what she was getting herself into with Erik. He fucked ass just like he fucked pussy. Had chicks crying. But the pussy still came so they ended up asking for more. His good girl could take some dick like a champ though. He wanted to see if she could hold her record.

Erik instructed for Y/N to grip the sheets. Erik began to ease his large member into her tight, bubbling ass. Y/N closed her eyes and tightened her fists around the sheets to distract herself when Erik entered her. She couldn’t believe how much pressure and pain she was feeling. Y/N tried to breathe slowly and steadily to calm herself as he penetrated deeper into her ass.

“Oh my God,” Erik slaps her ass, “Baby, this ass is so tight on my dick. You’re pulling on my dick right now.”

Erik eased out and went back into her even further than before. Y/N gasped and inhaled as she felt the pressure from him reentering her.

“Lil Mama, I’m done teasing you I’m ready to fuck this ass, you good?” He was desperate.

“Y-yes,” she spoke with her face in the sheets.

Erik grabbed Y/N by the waist and slammed into her.

Y/N screamed, “Daddy!!!!!” She reaches back to push at his chest, “Daddy, nooooo, Not yet! Slow down!”

Erik wasn’t listening; the feeling had overtaken him and he was in the zone. Erik slammed into her, then out, then bam! Back in. Y/N’s legs were weakening and she could barely keep her back arched to take all of his daddy dick. Every time she would move Erik would fix her arch as he rammed into her.

Y/N pleaded, “Daddy! Please cum! I can’t handle you! Please cum! Please!”

Erik was enjoying this. Hearing her beg him with a weakened tone and deep throaty moans made his dick even harder.

Erik answered, “This is what you wanted, remember? Shut up and let me slam in this ass real good!” He pulled all the way out to the tip. All that lube was needed because his dick went right back in like it never left. She compressed him tighter than that pussy. Erik’s eyes rolled with pleasure each time she clenched him.

“Daddy,” she spoke with a raw throat, “I wanna take Daddy’s dick, I really do, but it hurts.”

Erik groaned, “I’ll go slow to stretch it and you let me know when I can go faster, aight?”

“Okay,” she looked back at him with her watery eyes, “Daddy you really like my ass. You were fucking it so hard,” she spoke with a whisper.

“Your shit is too tight, Lil Mama,” Erik stares down at his lube covered dick stretching her ass out. She gasps each time he hit her deep with the tip of his dick. He had Lil Mama groaning with his dick all in her ass.

“Daddy fucking this ass real good ain’t he.”

“Yeah,” She was starting to get used to the feeling of being stuffed back there, “It’s starting to feel a little better...”

“So, can Daddy go faster?”

She chewed her lip nervously, “Kay.”

“If you want Daddy to cum in you I’m gonna have to slam a little harder than I am to get it out.”

She melted at his words. Erik was so persuasive.

“I understand, Daddy.”

Erik began to beat her ass up harder and faster. Y/N was reminded of the pain yet again but it was subtle and the pleasure was more pronounced. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to accept the way her ass wrapped around Erik and the pressure she could feel in her lower belly. She could understand why people enjoyed anal but damn you had to be a G to take it like this.

As Y/N began to relax she started pumping back onto Erik. This caused Erik to thrust harder into her tightness surrounding him. He held onto Y/N as he fucked her. She was helping him by pushing back against him and saying, “Daddy you're so full in my ass, you're fucking the shit outta me!”

“Hmph! Love my dick throbbing in this ass, yes...just bend over for Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Y/N was being trained well to take his big black dick. She rubbed her wet pussy all over and even stuck three fingers in. She finger fucked her juicy box while Erik beat her ass up like fight night.

“Put that work in for Daddy! Good girls take it deep and hard in the ass!”

“YES!” Her ass stung from how hard she clapped back on him. “Yes! Yes! Oh shit, yeah, baby, work this ass! That’s right, fuck the shit outta me!”

“Open that ass up for me-“

“Like this, Daddy,” she spread her cheeks.

“That’s a good girl, let Daddy fill this ass up.”

Erik pounded away until he could no longer hold it. Erik banged his dick in her ass while his balls slapped her clit. The way his dick throbbed had Y/N gasping for air. He gave her one final hard thrust before his load filled her ass up to the brim. Y/N was worn-out from the ass whipping she had endured. Erik was even out of breath and weak.

His dick slid out causing both of them to moan. She rolled over onto her back gently. She looked up at Erik’s drenched body as he stares down at his still hard dick.

“You good, pretty girl?” Erik walked up to sit on the bed next to her. He turned Y/N over onto her back and rubbed her ass. She gave him a weak smile but as soon he opened her ass cheeks to see her lubed up asshole she let out a whimper. She clenched her cheeks but Erik’s grip on her was so firm she couldn’t fight him.

“I got you good, didn’t I?” His voice got deeper and huskier.

“Yes, Daddy,” Y/N said while looking into his dark eyes. They tended to get darker when he was really horny.

“Daddy...I need a break,” Y/N gave him an innocent look that always worked, “Please, Daddy?”

His jaw clenched but then a smirk appeared in his lips, “Aight, Lil Mama. We can take a shower and then I’ll run you a bubble bath, okay?”

She felt so relieved. If she didn’t plead with him to give her a break Erik would be fucking her ass again. That was a lot to handle. Y/N finally stood up from the bed with wobbly ankles. Erik helped her out by carrying her. Y/N didn’t think she would be able to take more dick tonight but knowing Erik he wouldn’t allow that for too long.

———————-

“Oh, you’re a nasty bitch, Y/N.”

Brandy came home the next day around late afternoon with her overnight bag and a bonnet on her head. The place was clean since Y/N had nothing else to do since Erik left. He had plans that evening to meet up with some friends. Y/N was currently filling her friend in on how much sex she’d been having with Erik.

“How big is he?” Brandy asked while studying for her intro to cybersecurity course.

“I don’t know, maybe 9 or 10 inches. And thick girl, whew.”

“And you can take all that now? Erik changed my girl,” Brandy joked.

“I thank you for introducing us.” If it wasn’t for Brandy Y/N wouldn’t have known Erik.

“Nah, it wasn’t me. Erik has been wanting your ass! He asked about you and I just passed on the word that’s all.”

“I miss him,” she pouts, “I won’t see him until tomorrow night.”

“Girl, give your pussy a break!” Brandy shouted playfully.

“I just love fucking with him, Brandy. He makes my body feel so good.”

“So...is he more than a fuck buddy?” Brandy questions.

“I don’t know about all that right now. We like where we are and I don’t wanna push it too far and fuck up our connection.”

“What else do you know about him?”

“Only the basic stuff like where he is originally from and what he’s going to school for and what his interests are. Just the first base stuff.”

Brandy placed her highlighter in the middle of her textbook, “I’m only asking because I can tell that you like him more than just wanting to hop on the dick. You should talk to him, see if he feels the same way.”

“I will,” Y/N spoke softly, “I just don’t want to scare him away.”

“I doubt that,” Brandy giggles, “He is pussy-whipped.”

Y/N couldn’t disagree. Erik would call and text her phone throughout the day just to get a response from her if he couldn’t see her and if he could see Y/N she was always at his place. He even cleared out a top drawer for her things. If she didn’t answer his calls or texts he would be so damn mad and when they finally meet up her pussy was his for the taking.

Disrespectful, bitch. Don’t you ever ignore me again, you hear me, girl? Got me in here fucking the shit out this phat puss. Say sorry to Daddy, bitch, you owe me.

And then she was right on her knees or opening her legs for him.

A slut for this Daddy dick.

No. He didn’t text or call her since he left. What was he up to? She knew he was busy with school as well but damn, he could have at least sent a quick text with kissy-face and tongue emojis. While Brandy studies, Y/N picked up here phone to text Erik.

-Daddy I miss you 😽

She saw his text bubbles and then his message showed up.

-Daddy miss you too.

-how much?

Erik sent her a photo. It was him smiling in a black beanie with his jeans unzipped and that dick long and thick. He took really good dick pics. She loved the fact that he smiled at her like that. He made her melt. She wanted to melt in his mouth.

-Omg Daddy! come here, please 🤗

-can’t, Lil Mama. I’m about to have some company.

-I wanna cuddle with you and sit on your lap🥺

-that’s all? LOL I know that ain’t the only thing you want. Look at that pic again.

-okay, I want some dick too so? Lol. You fucked me so good last night I want some more 😋

-Can’t tonight, I told your ass that. I gotchu tomorrow, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you from the living room to the bed I promise.

-☹️

-fix your fucking face.

- *sigh* okay.

-good girl. Let me hit you back later I gotta make some moves. Be good, Lil Mama 😚

-I will Daddy, TTYL 🥰

——————-

Later came around and sitting in her dorm watching Hulu was a drag. Brandy was busy doing her classmates' hair in the living room. She slept on and off and studied the entire day. After showering, Y/N put on a pair of panties and a band tee to get in bed to be even lazier. It was around 9:30 pm when she had just about enough. Not being wrapped around Erik had her going insane. Then, there was the fact that her mind replayed all of their nasty sex. She was sloppy wet. Y/N pulled her covers back, sitting up on her elbows, and spreading her legs to see her pussy. She fingered her folds to gather some of her wetness. Y/N brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked her essence off, and without a care, she started running circles into her clit.

She edged herself in that bed. Each time she was ready to cum, Y/N would stop. This always gave her the best orgasms. Erik’s name spilled from her mouth as her fingers rubbed and rubbed until she was cumming. She felt her sheets dampen under her ass from squirting. Y/N grabs her phone from her pillow, swiping left to pull up her camera. She put her flash on and started recording a video of her wet cum stained pussy. After that, she sent it off to Erik so he could see what he was missing right now

-Fucking really, Y/N?

-😛

-that little creamy pussy is soaked. You sample my pussy after you came Lil Mama?

-it was so tasty 😋

-Now I really gotta tear that ass up. Chilling with my friends and my dick hard.

-fuck me...

-drive over here right fucking now.

She was up out that bed real quick.

———————

Y/N pulled up in her leggings and a crop top and ugg slippers. She made it into Erik’s apartment building rapidly. The minute she knocked on that door one of Erik’s friends answered.

“Damn, shorty? Who you here to see?” He bit his lip at Y/N. She could hear talking in the back.

“Erik.” Y/N spoke softly.

“Okay, sweetie. Yo E!”

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him walk up to the door. She was craving him in all her holes. Her mouth, ass, and pussy were lonely and ready to be filled.

“Hey, E.”

“Who?” Erik asked while his friend watched. Y/N looked over at Erik’s friend then back at him with timid eyes.

“Don’t be shy, Lil Mama. What I say about all that shy shit? Now, what’s my name?”

“Daddy.” She blushed with embarrassment. Erik leaned forward, grabbing the side of Y/N’s neck softly to tongue her down briefly. 

“Damn,” Erik’s friend clapped Erik on the back, “that’s my nigga, Erik.”

Both men allowed her to step inside and Y/N was surrounded by nothing but weed smoke and loud trap music. Roddy Ricch was playing from Erik’s beats Pill. There were at least seven guys there plus Erik included. Some smoking and drinking, Erik playing the game since he had a controller in his hand.

“Aye!” Erik yelled over the loud music, “this is Y/N.”

“Hi,” she waved shyly with a smile.”

They all said their hellos. Some lingering on her with interest while the others returned to whatever they were doing.

“Damn, you came by yourself? No friends for us?” The guy in question was rolling up some weed. He was tall and muscular with a full beard.

“Sorry, I just came to see my Daddy,” she placed her hand on Erik’s chest while he leaned down to wrap his arm around her waist. She was so small that he had to bend down to grab her. Some of his friends gave each other looks and she was sure they were going to ask Erik about how good Y/N’s pussy is. Erik has a way of affecting you without doing much except for existing. The evil glint in his eyes was enough to let his friends know that Y/N was his and only his.

“Here TJ,” Erik passes his controller over to whoever TJ was, “I’ll be back, gotta handle something with Lil Mama real quick.”

“Go handle that,” The friend that opened the door joked.

“Nigga shut the fuck up. I don’t need you talking on my behalf I got this.”

Y/N glanced at his friend. He could see the embarrassment on his face. He was a grown-ass man and he allowed Erik to shut him up. His homeboys joked in the background but something told Y/N that all of them knew not to fuck with Erik.

After Erik checked his friend, Erik kept his hand around Y/N’s waist as they walked to the back where his room was. The anticipation to fuck him was killing her. His fingertips stroked her spine at first but as soon as they walked past his doorway Erik seized the back of Y/N’s neck before slamming his door shut. The loud rap music vibrated his bedroom walls. Y/N turned around to look at Erik. Her terror-stricken face didn’t do anything to calm his rage. Erik folded his arms across his chest and widened his stance before he began to speak.

“You sent that video to get back at me or something?”

“No...” she spoke slowly.

“Nah, you had to because I sent you that picture of me holding my dick,” He narrows his eyes at her, “my dick is hard as a motherfucker right now.”

“Lemme see,” she went to grab his crotch but Erik smacked her hand away. Hard.

With an alarming look on her face, she stroked her sore hand. Erik didn’t seem to care about her pain. He was too busy worried about his hard dick.

“You owe me an apology.”

“Why?!” She didn’t understand why he was so damn upset about this.

“Because I told you I was busy-“

“You sent me that pic and I was a horny fucking mess, Erik. I had to make myself cum because of you. Don’t stand there and do that.”

“Y/N,” Erik closed his eyes, “Who the fuck is in charge? If I send you a pic, Lil Mama, I expect you to rub that pussy. Don’t send me shit back to turn me on when I’m with my boys. My dick is hard as fuck, Y/N, you don’t understand what I’m telling you? My-shit-is-hard.”

He grabbed his dick and Y/N wished it was her hand.

“So, I can’t send you nothing back without permission?” She asked with caution.

“Not when I’m around my niggas. My phone was out in the open, baby girl. What if they saw that puss? It’s mine. You got amnesia or something?”

Daddy, no. I didn’t think about that.” She fiddled with her fingers. 

“Just shut the fuck up and come suck my dick,” Erik spoke hastily. 

Erik started undoing his button and zipper. His jeans and briefs dropped down and around his ankles. His dick was so hard it poked straight out at her. Daddy was right. All that hard dick tucked away in his pants. She could understand his anger. That shit was probably pulsating and thumping like a heartbeat in his jeans. Y/N took long strides from where his bed was to get to his dick. She got down on her knees, grabbed his whopping erection, and guzzled that dick. 

“Damn,” Erik hissed before letting out a deep moan, “Suck my dick, bitch. Suck me good.” Y/N was loving on Erik’s juicy meat each time she drew it into her mouth. Down in a squat and using only her mouth to suck his dick, Y/N started moving her hips to the music. She was enjoying herself why not dance a little? Erik lifted his shirt to rest under his chin and then he took both his hands to grab her face and fuck her mouth. Her head rocked back and the gagging she did was drowned out by the music. He was so big that he stabbed the back of her throat. She was losing her balance from how intense he fed her some dick. 

“Fucking bitch.” He was vicious. Y/N was ready for him to cum because of his assault on her mouth. She smacked his thighs hard snapping Erik out of it so she could take a breath. 

“D-Daddy,” Her throat felt raw, “I’m sorry, I really am, I can’t take it.” 

“But you always take this dick like a good girl,” Erik rubbed the tip of his dick on her lips, “I think you know not to play with me like that again.”

Y/N nodded her head swiftly, “Yes, Daddy. Can I suck your dick again, please? I’m ready. I wanna swallow your cum, Daddy,” Y/N grabbed his dick and started planting delicate kisses along his shaft, “Pretty please, Daddy? then you can fuck my pussy,” She pats her pussy, “I want you inside me,” She whispered seductively.

“Fuck...Girl,” Erik grabbed his dick, “Here, just take it from me since you so damn greedy for this Daddy dick!”

“Thank you, Daddy,” She sucked him up damn near making her delirious. 

“You really love sucking this Daddy dick, Lil Mama.”

Y/N focused all her love and affection on the tip of his pipe. Her tongue would flick the underside of his head while her lips twirled around it like she was sucking on a lollipop or a popsicle. 

“Ohhhhh shit, get that shit, girl!”

The more she sucked the more Erik cheered her on. His member became thicker in her mouth and now she was drooling down her chin and her shirt. 

“Fuck, Lil Mama, you making me cum,” His face scrunched up and after his dick pulsated in her mouth a few times Erik’s tasty cum oozed out the sides of her mouth. She couldn’t stop sucking his dick. Erik had to grab her hair and pull her mouth off to stop her. Y/N’s chin and neck was covered with the cum that spilled from her mouth. She tried putting him back in her mouth leading Erik to playfully slap her face. 

“Stop it, girl. I want some pussy now.” Y/N raised her body from the floor. Erik started undressing her, yanking on her clothes with his thick fingers. Now that she was fully undressed, Erik lifts Y/N from the floor to wrap her legs around his waist. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her cum covered face into his neck. Y/N breathed in his scent and kissed him with her wet lips. 

“mmmm,” His dick smacked her in the pussy, “I can’t wait anymore I’m getting in this pussy.”

Using all his strength, Erik spread Y/N’s legs, using his hips to stretch her pussy open. He started rocking into her at a speedy pace like he was fucking her to the beat of the trap music. The drumming of his walls mixed with the way Y/N moaned was euphoria. Her moisture made squelching noises as it saturated Erik’s dick. She was so wet Erik’s dick kept slipping out. He was literally drenched from the tip of his dick to his balls. Her pussy sheathed his dick like a flesh-eating piranha. 

“This phat pussy on you ain’t no joke, girl.” 

Her ass and thighs ricocheted off of him as he pounded her pussy. Y/N couldn’t control her cries for more. The vision of Erik staring intently into her eyes as he took control of her body.

“Dayum, I feel that pussy gripping. I stay digging in yo’ shit don’t I?”

“YES! fuck-YES.”

Erik walked while still pumping his dick in Y/N until her back touched the bed. Erik pinned her down and stuffed her tight little pussy until it started talking back. That pussy was making a lot of noise whenever Erik dropped all that dick, balls deep, in that pussy. Erik watched the way he pounded her wetness. 

“Damn, that’s a beautiful pink pussy. It makes me wanna eat it for hours.”

“Please do Daddy- OH FUCK!” Her eyes rolled back, “I love Daddy dick!”

“Daddy fucking this pussy, girl. I gotchu. You getting this pussy fucked.”

He was so calm with his words but that dick was a monster. Y/N gladly gave her pussy up. 

“Take as much dick as you want, Lil Mama. Let Daddy make that pussy feel good. Let Daddy eat that pussy and ass. Let Daddy finger that pussy anywhere-”

“BAYBEEEEEE!!!!!” 

She yelled at the top of her lungs while cumming on Erik’s dick. They both hadn’t noticed that the music stopped playing. Her moans and the sound of their skin slapping seeped through those thin walls. Erik didn’t give two fucks at that point. His only care was to make Y/N’s pussy cum so she could squeeze his thick dick and milk him dry. 

“Open that pussy baby, I’m so close,” Erik whispered. Her weak legs went up and over his shoulder. Y/N’s sweet voice and soft moans in his ear weakened him further. his balls were so tight and ready to empty all his cum. Erik sucked on her nipples while he stroked. He was pulling on her clit with his veiny shaft.

“Yes,” Erik started looking distressed in the face. He reached his hand out to grab her neck provoking Y/N to grab his neck in return. Erik was defeated when her little hand wrapped around his neck. The feeling of her warm fingers and coffin-shaped nails sinking into the skin on the back of his neck made Erik shoot his load in spurts. Each time he pumped a thick stream of cum would erupt from his slit. 

“Cum for me, Daddy.”

Erik slipped out of her slowly, grunting when he saw his cum drip from her pussy and onto his bed. Y/N kept her legs wide open and killed him with those big innocent eyes. 

“All that wet ass pussy.”

She bit her lip while her hips moved in slow circles. 

“You ain’t bring no clothes did you?”

She smiles, “I did, and my books.”

“Hmm,” Erik looked at her pussy again, “Give me your fucking keys so I can get your stuff. Take a shower and sleep naked for some more dick. I’m getting rid of these niggas.”

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Métiers d’Art Specialists Worry About the Future

With Swiss watch sales down, there are fewer calls for techniques like enameling and marquetry.

The master engraver Eddy Jaquet produced a series of eight one-of-a-kind watches for MB&F, each inspired by a Jules Verne novel. This watch is “From the Earth to the Moon.”

When Anita Porchet started out as an independent enameler in 1992, her specialty had all but disappeared from watchmaking, a near casualty of what the industry still calls the quartz crisis of the 1970s. As the popularity of inexpensive quartz watches pushed many Swiss watch brands near bankruptcy, it also undermined some of the traditional crafts tied to the industry

Three decades later, because of her talent and perseverance, Ms. Porchet has become one of the world’s premier enamelers, with more orders, she said, than she can fill. But facing the pandemic, she sees the profession once again at a tipping point — and unsure of its survival.

“Orders are being canceled or pushed back to next year or later,” Ms. Porchet said in a phone interview from her home in Corcelles-le-Jorat, Switzerland, in the canton of Vaud.

“My clients are all in a wait-and-see mode,” she said. “The impact of one or two order cancellations can be enormous on small workshops because they cannot hang on for very long without work.”

Ms. Porchet works from home aided by two assistants, a common arrangement for artisans who practice the traditional crafts commonly known as métiers d’art: enameling, marquetry, feather work, metal engraving and the like.

“I cannot afford an apprentice,” said Rose Saneuil, a French marquetry specialist based in Montrouge, a suburb of Paris. “It is hard enough making a living on my own from this type of work.”

Since Switzerland first went into lockdown in mid-March, global demand for high-end watches has collapsed. Nearly all the 2020 watch fairs, where so much of the industry’s business is done, were canceled, with some shifting to a virtual format because of global travel restrictions. And many distribution outlets around the world remain closed.

Swiss watch exports have plunged, down some 30 percent this year compared with last year, as reported in September by the Federation of the Swiss Watch Industry. Some watch brands are already laying off workers. In September, Ulysse Nardin and Girard Perregaux announced they were cutting about a quarter of their combined work force — around 100 jobs at the Kering Watches Manufacture. And more layoffs expected industrywide by year’s end.

“Many artisans are without work because brands cannot sell their watches,” Ms. Porchet said.

Decorative techniques in watchmaking date back centuries, but demand for métiers d’art watches has only seen a resurgence since 2000 — fueled, according to Ms. Porchet, mostly by Asian buyers who have a cultural appreciation for the work. Brands such as Vacheron Constantin, Piaget, Ulysse Nardin, Hermès and Chanel, among others, have greatly contributed to the revival by developing exceptional craftsmanship in-house or by hiring independent artisans.

The Sparkling Blast by the watchmaker Ulysse Nardin, which is set with diamonds cut to look like shards of glass.

This year, as in the past, those brands presented a panoply of métiers d’art watches. Ulysse Nardin showed the Sparkling Blast watch set with diamonds cut geometrically to look like shards of glass. Vacheron Constantin unveiled in January a collection with enameled dials for the Lunar New Year.

Chanel’s Mademoiselle Privé Bouton line featured a Camée model, a secret watch with a profile of Coco Chanel hand-carved in agate on the dial cover. Piaget presented an array of métiers d’art timepieces, among them the Ecstatic Dance with a dial in a delicate marquetry of straw, mother-of-pearl, leather, parchment and wood, crafted by Ms. Saneuil.

“The orders I worked on during the lockdown were placed over a year ago,” Ms. Saneuil said. “I finished three dials for Piaget earlier this year. I am trying not to worry yet, but orders have slowed down.”

Several of the most sought-after craftspeople said that, in addition to fewer orders, they were seeing brands shifting from multipiece collections to very small collections or even just one-of-a-kind pieces — but requiring even more exceptional work.

“Our clients are now focusing exclusively on bespoke pieces and truly extraordinary product,” said Dick Steenman, a Geneva-based craftsman who works regularly for brands like Chanel, Chaumet and Van Cleef & Arpels. “I think we are going to see an end to semi-industrial series in métiers d’art, and that is going to hurt many workshops with lesser qualifications,” Mr. Steenman said.

One of the watches in the Pegasus collection of Van’T Hoff.

That is the label of Dick Steenman, a Geneva-based craftsman. © via Dick Steenman

In recent years Mr. Steenman, who also creates one-off timepieces under his own label, Van’T Hoff, reduced his staff by half — from 12 to six, retaining only highly skilled workers to create a niche specialty in engraving and miniature sculpture.

Also, he said, “a few clients are also asking for help in research and development, to come up with fresh ideas and innovative techniques.”

“Today, there is still demand for exceptional pieces,” Mr. Steenman said, “but buyers also want to know which artisan worked on their watch. They want to meet the craftsman, and learn how the watch was made. It is part of the ‘special services’ that high-end clients expect.”

Like Mr. Steenman, Ms. Porchet is focusing on more sophisticated and often more complex projects. She recently completed an enameled case back for a pocket watch that a brand (which she declined to identify) had ordered for a private client, and a small series of enameled dials for the Arceau Aaaaargh! wristwatch, commissioned by Hermès. “Wealthy collectors will always buy unique or custom-made pieces, even in periods of crisis,” Ms. Porchet said.

The independent brand MB&F also has ventured into métiers d’art in a rare collaboration with a master engraver, Eddy Jaquet, on a series of eight one-of-a kind Legacy Machine watches. Each of the LM Split Escapement x Eddy Jaquet, introduced in September, was inspired by a different Jules Verne novel.

“During uncertain times, people still buy intrinsically valuable products,” said Charris Yadigaroglou, head of communication for MB&F from Geneva.

“Eddy has been engraving inscriptions for us for 10 years,” Mr. Yadigaroglou said. “Three years ago, we noticed that he had very little work despite his immense talent. So we asked him to design and engrave the dials for this series.”

MB&F said all eight watches — each priced at 148,000 Swiss francs ($161,900) — were presold on Zoom calls with retailers, even before Mr. Jaquet had completed the last three dials.

“I am grateful for this project because, without it, I would not have much work the rest of this year,” Mr. Jaquet said from his atelier in Neuchâtel, Switzerland. “I go from being overly busy to being under-worked very quickly.”

And at least one entrepreneur has seized on the moment as an opportunity.

The XRby Rose Saneuil has a quetzal in a marquetry of wood and leather on its dial. “I am trying not to worry yet, but orders have slowed down,”Ms. Saneuil, a French marquetry specialist, said. 

Last month Xavier Rousset, a former dial maker, introduced XRby, a new brand that plans to produce métiers d’art mechanical watches in collaboration with a single artisan, but only after payment is made. Prospective buyers will be able to view high-definition computer-generated renditions of a proposed watch design on the XR website, and then place orders.

“The watch industry is at a turning point today,” Mr. Rousset said from Besançon, a small town near the Swiss border that is known as France’s watch capital. “The current crisis and competition from connected watches will kill off much of the quartz watch industry. But there will always be demand for mechanical watches with beautiful, decorative workmanship.”

His first model, the XRby Rose Saneuil, features a brightly colored quetzal in a marquetry of wood and leather on its dial. It is priced at 33,000 euros, or $38,670.

“These are know-hows that people care about and must be preserved,” Mr. Rousset said. “We are doing just that by putting the craftsman back at the heart of watchmaking.”

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Daddy Duty

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A/N: You know I rarely start a story without a note to y’all. Daddy Duty was originally a short drabble that wanted to make into a slightly longer fic. The first draft was 4,000 plus words. I wasn’t even halfway done. So, it’ll be split into a series because you know I love a good series. Here’s part one. I figured, what better way to celebrate my birthday than with a little fluff. The rest of the series should be out tomorrow. Good night and thank you to everyone that sent me birthday wishes. All of you are amazing. And even if you didn’t, you’re still amazing. I’ll shut up now. 

Word Count: 2,150

Warnings: Cursing. 

Your body bounced up and down, one breast free from your button up and bra, as you walked around your bedroom looking for your shoes. The second go at motherhood taught you that a child feeding from your breast didn’t stop you from completing daily activities. In five months, you’d learned to cook, clean and complete simple hygiene tasks with your son attached to you.

“Slow down, Noah,” you giggled at your baby boy. “Mommy has plenty to share.”

“Good, ‘cause I got next.” Chadwick’s long arms wrapped around your waist to pull you against his chest. His chin dropped to rest in the space between your shoulder and neck to observe his son.

“You hear Daddy being silly,” you cooed, catching a glimpse of a smirk from Noah. “Daddy’s a baby, too.”

“I’m not being silly; I'm serious. He’s gotta learn to share one day.”

“The milk is for him,” you scoffed, accepting his kiss on your cheek before he moved to sit on his side of the bed.

“I don’t want the milk. I want the titty. I miss it.”

“You just had one in your mouth last night before you went to bed.”

“Is this not a whole new day,” his smile grew at the memory of burying his face in your chest as much as you would let him the night before. You rolled your eyes in response.

“Alright, AJ, that’s enough. You’re just eating because it’s there, not because you’re still hungry.”

Noah’s small whine was nearly enough to change your mind and allow him to feed for as long as he wanted but, you remained strong. Chadwick offered his assistance by motioning you over and grabbing his son from your arms.

“Mama’s gotta go, son. She’s leaving us to fend for ourselves.”

“Don’t tell him that,” you exclaimed while hitting him in the back of the head with a pillow. “I’m only gonna be away for the day, and I already feel bad about it.”

Despite your reluctance and initial decline, you agreed to help Yvonne with an event she was planning. After leaving your position with the Sparks to focus on your family, the opportunities to work on your terms came rushing in. The Lakers and Clippers were still in negotiations with your representatives to bring you in as a special consultant, and Yvonne frequently used you for your clerical skills when you had a free moment. You assumed being a stay at home mom would be enough to fulfill you but, you still felt the tug to work outside of your home.

“Aww come here, baby,” Chadwick shifted Noah to one arm to make room on his lap for you. With a pout, you slid into the open space and rested your head on his bare shoulder. His kisses to you hair and forehead worked double time to cure your worry and guilt. “You don’t need to feel bad. You’ve been taking care of two kids non-stop for five months. It’s okay for you to go out and work for a day.”

“Yeah but, my babies. Who’s gonna take care of my babies?” You knew full well what you were doing. Looking up at Chadwick’s frown made you giggle in satisfaction.

“Haha, my wife is so funny. Get off me,” he joked, helping you stand to your feet. “I’m on Daddy Duty today so, you know we gon’ be alright. Nothing but candy and cartoons all day. Right, CoCo Jr.?”

Noah smiled a gummy response to his father’s playfulness, not completely understanding what was happening around him. His golden brown skin, just a few shades lighter than his father’s, matched your’s to a “T.” His brown eyes and button nose looked copied and pasted from your face to his and resized to fit a baby’s proportions. You prayed for a baby that resembled you in some way, and God blessed you with a twin of your own. But, only in physical appearance. Noah’s laugh was boisterous like his father’s, and their facial expressions often mirrored each other’s. While you had your personality twin in Micah, Noah was Chadwick through and through.

“So that means you’ll be calling me to complain by 12:30?”

“You’re acting like you won’t be calling to check in by then anyway.”

“Oh no, sir,” you hands extended retrieve Noah as you walked through the threshold of the bedroom into the hallway. “I won’t be calling. You, on the other hand, have a monster that needs to be awake.”

Chadwick followed your head motions to Micah’s room and groaned. He’d forgotten about how his precious little girl could act in the morning. Usually, he’d let her sleep in on the weekends, but she had a ballet class that she needed to get ready for. Fixing his facial expression, he turned his head to you and flashed his bedroom eyes.

“Can you do it, baby? You’re so beautiful and loving. Did I mention smart? And your cooking-”

“Nuh uh, you’re on Daddy Duty right? Task number one is showing me you can handle the monster you created. Move along. She’s gotta be dressed before I leave.”

“And when do you leave?”

“Ummm,” you took a look at the Piaget watch on your wrist to judge the time. “In about...thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes!? It’s gon’ take ten to get her awake!”

“Then you better hurry. This is test number one.”

You giggles as Chadwick turned on his heels to start the dreaded trek to his twin’s room. Micah was a well-documented morning grump. It was a daily battle to get her up and ready for school, one that you had perfected, but not without your share of mishaps. If Chadwick was going to succeed, he would need to shed his sweet parent persona and put his foot down.

“You wanna see Daddy try and wake up your big sissy? You think he can do it,” You asked Noah, receiving a spitty gurgle in response. “That’s what I said. No chance.”

Stepping closer to the door, you could hear the battle getting off to a shaky start. Chadwick had managed to pull Micah into his lap, but her body stretched across his arms like a wet towel as he tried to get her to respond to his pleas for her to wake up.

“C’mon, Princess. Daddy really needs to get you dressed before Mommy leaves so she can make you breakfast. You want french toast, don’t you?”

“Nuh uh,” she huffed, clamping her eyes shut and crossing her arms.

“Micah, don’t do that. I promise it won’t even take that long. Your hair is already pretty, and you took a bath before bed last night. All you have to is put on your outfit, brush your teeth and wash your face.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Micah Noelle,” your voice started both father and daughter as you stepped further into the room. Micah’s head popped up immediately, knowing the tone you were using only led to two possible destinations: getting dressed or getting spanked. “Get up and get dressed, now. We will not tell you again.”

The lanky child quickly shimmied from her father’s lap to shuffle out of the room and into the bathroom down the hallway. You gave Chadwick an amused look and shook your head.

“Tip number one: don’t give her an option. You can’t always be the nice guy, baby. She’s stubborn.”

“Sound like someone else I know.”

“Yeah, but you’re getting better. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the way you flipped his insult back to him. While he chaperoned Micah’s morning routine, you made use of your extra time to finish breakfast for the house. With Noah in the baby carrier against your chest, you maneuvered around the kitchen preparing french toast and fruit for everyone with teeth. Quick feet rushing down the stairs did little to prepare you for the brown body speeding into the kitchen and crashing against your legs.

“I see my diva is finally dressed. Do you like your new leotard?” Your hands ran over Micah’s “lemonade” braids, making a mental note to tell her Chadwick to take them out before you got back home.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” she half-heartedly replied, more focused on playing with her brother’s fingers and getting his attention for a smile.

“Can I get some of Mama, too?” Before you knew it, all three of your babies were attached to you and soaking up their last few moments of your warmth. Chadwick ran his hand over Noah’s head and sighed. “We’re gonna miss you, baby. I hope you know that. We love Mama, right kids?”

“Yeah,” Micah exclaimed, setting off a nonsensical barrage of babbles from Noah. Your laughter turned into a sad smile as you looked at your family. Was leaving a good idea?

“I know. It’s only for a day, and I’ll miss yall, too. Don’t forget about me.”

“How could we forget about the lady that gives the best kisses and hugs in the whole wide world,” Chadwick spoke into the crook of your neck before kissing you.

“And paints the best nails.”

“I thought you said I paint the best nails, Twin?”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, daddy.”

Your family moment was interrupted by the beep of your alarm alerting you to the moment you weren’t looking forward to. “Well, it’s time for me to go. If only I had three people to walk me to my car. A big strong man, a cute little girl, and chunk baby preferably.”

“Ooh, I’m a cute little girl! And AJ is a chunky baby.”

“Then who’s the big strong man,” you inquired, looking between her and a smiling Chadwick.

“I dunno, but daddy is here. He can come, too!”

“Woooooow. Okay, I see how it is around here.”

The light banter continued to the driveway, temporarily making you forget that you would have to leave for a full twenty-four hours. When you reached the end of the paved path, you and Chadwick made the switch off, trading Noah for your overnight bag and crossbody purse.

“See you later, Boop,” you cooed, kissing her nose and smoothing her hair. “See you later my little Pookie,” Noah giggled at your silly faces and raspberries against his cheeks. “And my big Pookie,” Chadwick was the last to receive affection, relishing the opportunity to kiss you like he would never see you again. His free arm snaked around your waist, pulling your body into his to get you as close as possible. The whispered ‘yuck’ in the background made both of you giggle as you pulled away.

“Be safe, girl. Come back home to me. To us.”

“I will. I promise.”

He pressed another kiss onto your forehead before opening your car door. “Alright kids, blow Mommy kisses. Tell her bye.”

“See you tomorrow, babies. Aaron, Noah has enough milk to last until I get home. Try giving him some of the baby food I made. They’re in glass jars in the fridge. Take down Micah’s braids and put her hair in a bonnet. Make sure-“

“We got it, we got it,” Chadwick assured. “Dad can handle a day by himself. Call me when you get settled.”

The realization came crashing down on you that an entire 24 hours without a loving hug or kiss from your three favorite people, turning the corners of your lips downward. “I love you. I’ll miss you.”

“We miss you already, baby,” closing your door, Chadwick poked his head through the window for one last kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you. Kiss the kids for two times for me tonight.”

Nodding in agreement, he stepped back to allow you to back out of the driveway. Solemn silence sat over the three remaining members of the Boseman clan as they thought of what life would be without you for the remainder of the day.

“Well, kids, what are we gonna do without Mommy today?” A shrug from Micah and a short grunt from Noah didn’t provide many answers. When Chadwick opened his mouth to speak, a foul aroma threatened to trigger his gag reflexes. “Oh, my-what is that?”

With her thumb and index finger pinching her nose, Micah offered an answer. “I think it’s AJ. He’s stinky!”

“Boy, what is your mama feeding you? You smell like a grown man. Is it on your legs, too? You couldn’t give me two hours of calm before you shi-pooped all over the place?”

“Did you say a bad word, Daddy? I think you did.”

“Go inside, Princess. Find your ballet shoes and finish your breakfast,” he quickly responded, turning Micah’s body toward the house. Following his daughter, his took a peek at the soiled area at the bottom of Noah’s onesie. “This is ridiculous, AJ. How you get it on your back!?”

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A Traveler's Guide to Geneva - Switzerland

Switzerland ranks near the top among countries with highest quality of life in the world. The country's most cosmopolitan city is Geneva, which is also one of Europe's priciest. The city surrounds Lake Geneva with stunning views of the Alps and Jura mountain chains and is characterized by its strong French culture, evident in both the language and the cuisine.

Geneva is a major banking center and houses the top 200 international companies' headquarters, including the likes of the United Nations, International Red Cross, and the World Health Organization. The city is also the capital of watch making, one of the world's oldest technologies, with companies like Patek Philippe, Rolex and Piaget carrying forward a 450-year tradition.

Getting around Geneva:

From the airport

Geneva International Airport is located 5km (3 miles) from the city center. From the ticket machine in the baggage recovery area at the airport collect a free 'Unireso' ticket which will enable you to use public transport in Geneva city for 80 minutes. Transports Publics Genevois operates a bus route to the city center, which takes about 35 minutes. CFF trains leave regularly from Cointrin railway station at the airport and takes approx 6 minutes to reach the city. Taxis to the city center cost about SFr30-35 (approx. USD $30) taking 15-20 minutes. The paper includes case studies highlighting how multinational corporations have tackled consolidation, what they gained and what pitfalls the organization encountered along the way.

Around the city

Geneva is a compact city and is easily conquered on foot, but there are a number of Taxi In Switzerland options when you need them. Driving is not recommended in the city due to the limited and expensive nature of parking.

Top tip: Pick up a Geneva Transport Card, available to all visitors staying at a hotel, youth hostel or camping sites in Geneva. The card allows you to use the public transport network for free during your entire stay. The local bus system covers virtually every square meter of the city and the intercity bus covers points outside the city.

The central train station, Gare Cornavin, has numerous rail links all over Switzerland and beyond. Be wary of pickpockets in and around the station, and if you're on business travel, don't let your laptop of briefcase leave your line of vision at any given time.

Ferry shuttles cross the lake, operating during daylight hours and departs every 10-30 minutes. Alternatively, pick up a free bicycle behind Gare Cornavin and at Quai du Mont-Blanc. The steep slopes of the Old Town and lack of bike paths in the city are a deterrent for most cyclists, but the paths along the lake are excellent.

Don't miss...

Lake Geneva, Jet d'eau and gardens - Stroll along the promenades around the lake and discover the spectacular flower clock in the gardens of Lake Geneva. If you have time, take a boat cruise on Lake Geneva, with views of castles, monuments and of course the Jet d'eau, the tallest water fountain in the world.

The Old Town & St Pierre Cathedral - Wander along the cobbled streets of the Old Town and visit the boutiques tucked away in the charming alleyways. Stop by the Romanesque Saint Pierre Cathedral, designed in the mid-12th century and took an additional 150 years to complete. For the best panoramic views of Geneva head for the Cathedral tower.

The United Nations - Take a tour of the United Nations, the world's single largest conference center for multilateral diplomacy and top-level international politics. Visit one of the surrounding museums, including the Red Cross Museum or the Ariana Museum devoted solely to seven centuries of glass and ceramics from Europe and the East.

The Saleve - For a quick and easy escape to the countryside, ride the cable car to the top of this mini-mountain and enjoy the breathtaking views of the city below and the Alps in the distance. The more adventurous can also sign up for a tandem parasail or paraglide flight.

Schtrumpfs building - Boris Chappuis, Branch Manager for BCD Corporate Travel Geneva recommends a visit to one of Geneva's more curious sites - the Schtrumpfs (the French word for "Smurfs") building, which is located in the funky Les Grottes neighborhood. The area is a modern architectural landmark, designed by three architects determined to create the most unconventional building possible. The result is a Gaudi-style mix of colors and designs, which must be seen to be believed!

Geneva's nightlife is unlikely to blow you away, but there are numerous bars and clubs around. The liveliest places are in Carouge - try Le Chat Noir one of the best jazz and blues club in Geneva. The city also has top-notch classical music and opera. Pick up a local guide to see what's on.

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The new Polo Date: Timeless design With the 1970s, the roots of the Piaget Polo clearly lie in one of the most exciting eras of modern watchmaking. A time when fine steel watches with flat construction and integrated bracelets first reached the exclusive price range of true luxury watches. The new Polo Date Black skillfully takes this DNA and combines it with sporty details to create a timeless design. Piaget Polo wears black for a daily and unique look. A black and stainless-steel contrast to highlight the unique shape-in-shape Piaget design codes: a cushion-shape dial in a round case. So many details in a powerful and contrasting black dial: stylized hands and indexes with SuperLuminova® to never lose track of time at night. An eye-catching second hand with a daring red tip echoed with a “P” signature. To live at the rhythm of people on the go, Piaget Polo wears an interchangeable textured rubber strap and beats with the 1110P automatic Manufacture movement. And for the most daring, it offers a 10-ATM water resistance. Admire Swiss horology in this 42mm Piaget Polo Date luxury steel watch for men. This new men’s Swiss watch joins our famous Piaget Polo collection, synonymous with sport and a glamorous lifestyle, combining its iconic round and cushion-shaped case with a new colour and upgraded mechanics. Made for men who play by their own rules. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ccqw-RSr8et/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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WEEK 11 - Unlocking ALL Students Learning Potential Equally For Success

Abigail Dodson - 20/10/20

My Teaching Field: PDHPE

Principal Goals to ‘Unlock Learning Potential’

1.  All students achieve their own highest level of success. Teachers are to give them the tools to overcome obstacles and learn to their fullest potential.

2. A sense that there is meaning and value to the students life.

Where do you start on the road to success for your students?

Begin slowly and build, it is not a matter of ALL or NOTHING.

12 Simple Strategies to Unlock Learning Potential

1. Watch Your Students: Take notice of what content areas of PDHPE that particular students may thrive in and also what students may find difficult to engage in.

2. Make Physical Accomodations: Are the students having learning difficulties because they are distracted easily by particular students?

3. Make it Relevant and Meaningful: Allow students to be able to link the connection between their learning in school to their own interests and talents outside of the classroom.

4. Provide Realistic Challenges: Challenge students at reasonable and realistic levels for success. Provide them with experiences and goals that are individualised to their capabilities. Value mistakes as learning opportunities and all them to learn from puzzlement and struggles.

5.  Work With Feelings and Set Goals: Success does not equal high grades in standardised tests, discover students potential through multiple assessment strategies.

6. Offer Choice: Allow students to feel in charge of their learning. E.g The TikTakToe approach to assessments. For an example of this within PDHPE, see photo linked below.

7. Make Adaptations for Participation: Gear to individual skills: for example already have equipment set up before playing sport, have written definitions of words ready to go and some notes already provided as well as videos. 

8. Teach Organisational Strategies and Skills: Allow students to start work in class, such as homework and projects so you can then help them get started and also help them to stay organised. Give them the tips and tricks to keep on top of things. Use the link below that has the 16 habits of mind and visible thinking to teach students.

https://thesystemsthinker.com/habits-of-mind-strategies-for-disciplined-choice-making/

9. Provide Feedback: Supply students with enough feedback where they can move towards their goals and understand the areas they need to improve on. Use marking rubrics, but also ensure to teach them how these marking rubrics are used within PDHPE e.g show them the differences between grades. 

10: Plan Developmentally Appropriate Lessons: Make sure they are targeting every students levels and there is that option for the under or over achievers. Remember Piaget’s stages of development: image is linked below.

11: Lower Barriers - NOT THE BAR: Never lower the bar or take the challenge away for the student. Instead give them the resources that are required to take on this challenge and support them. This will ultimately build resilience in students. 

12: Community Building and Inclusion Classes: Build community in the classroom and a good rapport between students, parents and the community. Understand each Childs needs and be inclusive of catering for those needs in every lesson.

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5 Tips to Buy the Best Watch in Smartphone Times

Many have taken their smartphone as the best ally to see the time, but a large number of watch brands have found an opportunity

Why would you buy a watch? There are several reasons why women and men have turned to see the showcases with the latest trends in timekeeping. What is your reason? Status? Style? Complement? Trend? Custom to feel an object that gives you the time? In recent years there has been an increase in watch sales. Here it is necessary to point out that only a segment of the population, young people, tends not to wear any type of watch. Brands – just a few – have implemented new strategies to attract that audience. They do it through design or materials, such as steel, which allow for affordable prices.

Could it be that we are taking an awareness of style as a fashion statement? Yes, but we also feel special attraction to the complications, mechanics and entrails of a watch.

Many have taken their mobile as the best ally to see the time, but this is no longer valid when we have a large number of brands that have found in Mexico a good place to do business, to surprise the fans of the hands and many collectors demanding.

There are some criteria to choose a watch, either the first or one that you want to add to your collection. Before buying check the following:

1. Set your budget.

Part of how much money you want to allocate to the purchase, then make a wish list of possibilities and discard until you reach “your watch”. If you are thinking of starting a small or large collection, it would be good to choose pieces with brand strength, reissues with history and solidity of the watch house. Stay away from brands with a good marketing product, but with little mechanical support.

2. Define when you will use it.

If we talk about watches as part of personality and style, you are wrong if you think that all watches fit on any occasion. Here are topics of materials, dimensions of the box, colors, straps and design on the cover.

How are you going to dress? If you will wear a suit, my recommendation is an elegant and sober watch, with a discreet look. They are regularly simple, clean and readable at first sight and with a slim body. Although sometimes things are done that go against the rules and the result is spectacular, all part of the personality that defines us. Dare and mark your style with provocative touches.

3. How about the size?

Let’s stop rodeos, because size does matter. A man with a very small doll, even if he dreams of a Panerai or brands that are distinguished by large dimensions, will not achieve a good result. The complexion, both of women and men, will determine what looks best. Some think that, if you are of thin complexion, a circular clock might be the perfect choice, and if you are of robust complexion, a rectangular square dial provides right angles.

4. And the materials?

Used in a certain range of watchmaking are hypoallergenic. First question: what do you like? Gold, silver, bicolor, ceramic, PVD, diamonds, resins, steel, rubber … Think about what you want. The brands give us surprises. Some think of gold or platinum for a more classic look, but there are spectacular titanium and ceramic specimens, even in steel, such as Piaget’s Polo S. The belt also plays an important role.

Skin in damp places? Forget this. It is better to choose a rubber of excellent quality. Some brands offer a piece with versatility in straps; That would be a good option, because you have two variations with a single box. Never sacrifice comfort, because you will end up stopping using your watch.

5. Let’s talk about durability and maintenance.

Are you going to enjoy the purchase, but do you also think about the generations to come? To understand the maintenance commitment – you don’t save yourself from that – you should keep in mind that a mechanical watch, both manual and automatic, needs cleaning every three years, but its life is almost infinite. On the other hand, those of quartz that work with batteries should receive service every time you change the battery (from two to five years). The disadvantage of a quartz is that, many times, if they break down, they can hardly be repaired. That does not happen with a mechanic; It is as immortal as the jellyfish Turritopsis nutrula.

These are just some tips; However, look for the experience. Approach a jewelry store where sellers are trained to explain the technical aspects. Try it, feel the weight and shape. Remember that a watch will be an accessory that, in addition to completing your style, will also be an emotional companion that can transmit passion to your children and, why not ?, to your grandchildren.

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How to Explain concrete operational stage to a Five-Year-Old

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When you have more and more people out there at this move, one or two could be tapping the shape while some are Doing work the concrete.

They had been then hooked up to the shape and The grey concrete was poured in excess of them. The best and sides have been then floor to show the combination. The backsplash was made applying plexiglas to curve the edges and it also was floor to show the combination. See much more pictures from this contractor >>

Several varieties of cements are utilized for concrete performs which have distinctive Attributes and applications. A number of the form of cement are Portland Pozzolana Cement (PPC), swift hardening cement, Sulphate resistant cement and so forth.

Sally locations her marble within the basket and leaves the area. Though she's long gone, Ann moves the marble in to the box. The child is then asked where by Sally would glimpse when she came back. The correct remedy is during the basket as This is when Sally still left it. The incorrect solution would be the box as Regardless that the kid is aware of the marble is there, Sally are not able to know this.

Right after age sixty five, many people are trying to evaluate their lives and make sense of everyday living as well as the which means of their contributions. What is the principal developmental job of this stage?

The wire must be twisted around the rebar several occasions then one particular finish clipped off. One other close from the wire hooks into the support screw and may be Slice following the the concrete is poured and the tip is just pushed down into your soaked concrete.

Conservation permits the kid to grasp You can find not necessarily a connection among the amount or measurement of items and the appearance of those things. As an example, a lump of clay is often rolled into a extended tube, but it is continue to a similar lump of clay.

Conservation of quantity (see movie down below) develops quickly just after this. Piaget (1954b) set out a row of counters in front of the kid and asked her/him to help make Yet another row similar to the primary 1.

Through this stage, young children start off to engage in symbolic Enjoy and master to manipulate symbols. Nevertheless, Piaget famous that they don't still understand concrete logic.

Take away the Mould Watch online video of the action. Take out the 2x4 assist frame from the sides and ends with the mildew. Meticulously drill two 2-inch screws equivalent length apart, halfway into Each individual of the melamine sides. Be careful to not drill every one of the way through – you don’t would like to disturb the mildew edge. Remove the screws holding the mould sides to The bottom.

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“So, considering what we’ve covered thus far, what are some ways we could determine if a child is in the preoperational stage?”

A plethora of hands shot up as Nala surveyed the room for students who typically preferred to remain quiet. She liked to ensure that all of her students participated in her classes.

“Tatenda,” she spoke, pointing to a first-year student who’d she initially been unsure of considering her lackadaisical mentality during class but noticed a growing change following Tatenda’s dismal midterm exam grade.

Clearing her throat, Tatenda pushed a few of her faux locs behind her shoulder. “The development of language.”

“How many words?” Nala pressed and waited to see if the young woman could see what Nala was trying to do.

“It varies from child to child, but the research shows that up to even 20,00 words can be learned by the time the child reaches age eleven-”

“Which is what stage?”

“Again, it varies but typically the Concrete stage.”

“Very nice.” Nala nodded and smiled. “What else?”

“Egocentrism.”

“Ahhh,” Nala walked from behind the podium to see that Eamon was the one who’d chimed one of the major facets of Piaget’s Theory of Cognitive Development. “Define and elaborate.”

“Egocentrism refers to a child’s inability to envisage situations, elements, and scenarios from a viewpoint other than their own.” He responded instantaneously much to the chagrin of several other students, something that was not missed upon Nala. She knew that a good chunk of the class sometimes grew frustrated with the third year’s tendency to showcase his intellect, but Nala viewed all of her students the same in terms of ability.

Eamon just stood out in some situations and hardly failed to meet her expectations.

As he finished his explanation, Nala again, nodded and thanked him for his contribution before searching for the next student when she saw him.

Carefully hiding her smirk, Nala briefly wondered how she’d missed his entrance.

Sneaky bastard.

“Tell you what,” glancing at the time on her kimoyo bracelet, the queen made a quick decision. “You all have done well today. Why don’t we end class a little early?” A round of relieved sighs filled her ears before she lifted her hand. “For your homework, I want a 5 to 8-page case conceptualization on a fictional character of your choosing based upon what we’ve learned regarding the sensorimotor and preoperational stages.”

Nala chuckled as the relief easily transformed in frustration and groans of protest until she added on the last part. “It will not be graded. I’m more interested in seeing how much of the theory you really understand.” Various claps and raised fists caused her to laugh. “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you, professor Nala.” A student called out as Nala grimaced.

“I told you all to call me Nala.” The mutant queen reminded as she turned around to gather her lecture notes.

“Forced habit, I suppose, your highness.” Nala turned around to see Eamon standing in front of her desk with a shy smile.

Nala gave a half smile. “And you think that is better?”

He shrugged. “We’ve never had a professor who also happens to be our queen.”

“And I’ve never been both a queen and a professor so I suppose we both must learn to accommodate.”

Eamon grinned. “Accommodation. That’s sensorimotor.”

Nala laughed and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Go home, Eamon. Enjoy your weekend.”

Removing her hand and turning around to finish gathering her stuff, Nala missed the way Eamon gazed at her with sadness as soon as she removed her hand from his body or the way his eyes lit up at the way she said his name.

“Mommy!”

Spinning around, Nala’s smile widened as she watched her six-year-old happily descend down the steps in between the students who were eager to exit the large lecture hall.

“Bun Bun!” Nala matched her tone and moved to the side, squatting down and opening her arms as Bunme threw herself in her mother’s welcoming embrace. “What are you doing here?”

The queen’s voice was full of delight in spite of the speculation that rested at the bottom of her question.

Bunme, of course, only focused on the happiness she saw in her mother’s eyes. “Baba let me leave school early!”

“Ahhhh,” Nala hummed. “Did he now?”

“I did. I am the king, am I not?”

Nala smirked as T’Challa finally made his entrance, the lingering students trying to hide their surprise at the king’s presence in their classroom.

“So, the king overpowers his queen?” Nala pondered as she stood, Bunme still holding onto her body. “Is that what I am hearing?”

“No. That is what you are interpreting,” he corrected, coming closer and lightly cupping Bunme’s cheek before pulling Nala into his side with his other arm.  

Nala quipped her brow. “And just what are you implying, Mr. Udaku?”

He chuckled and moved his mouth to the side of her neck, pecking her clavicle. “Absolutely nothing, Mrs. Udaku.” Nala smiled bashfully as T’Challa lifted his head to see Eamon was still, very awkwardly, standing there.

“I believe she said the class was dismissed, did she not?” Though it was a question, T’Challa’s tone indicated that it was more of a declaratory statement.

Tugging on her father’s pants, Bunme quietly asked: “What does de-dec-declo-”

“I’ll tell you in the jet, sweetheart,” Nala explained as she glanced at her student. “Did you have something you wanted to talk to me about?”

Eamon shook his head and stammered. “N-no. Have a nice weekend, Nala.” He hesitantly saluted T’Challa and gave Bunme a halfhearted smile to which Bunme returned her attention to her parents, moving so that she was clinging to her father’s legs.

“Let me just log out,” Nala stated as Bunme went running around the room while T’Challa leaned against his wife’s desk. “I spoke to Shuri during my lunch break.”

T’Challa’s eyes lit up. “You did?” When she nodded, he quietly inquired. “How is she?”

“Good,” Nala assured and moved to place her arms around his shoulders. “She said to tell you hello.”

“Of course, she did,” he muttered. “Bast forbid she returns any of my calls.”

“Hey.” Nala frowned and pressed her lips to his mouth. “Give her time. She’s just going through something right now.”

T’Challa shook his head. “Yes, but why-”

“Mommy, daddy, can we go get ice cream?” Bunme requested, holding her hands behind her back and tipping back and forth on her heels. “Please?”

Nala laid her head on T’Challa’s chest as the king held his wife. “Bun, you know we must pick your brother up from your Aunt Hawla and Uncle M’Baku.”

Bunme pouted. “But the little babies wanna play some more.”

“I don’t think so, Sam Isipho.” T’Challa chuckled, breaking away from his wife to pick up his firstborn. “Maybe tomorrow.” Still detecting her disappointment, T’Challa came up with a compromise. “How about we pick up Dakarai, your mama and I spend some time with him, then you and I go to your zoo and get some ice cream on the way home?”

Bunme’s eyes lit up as she happily shook her head. “Can mommy come too!”

“Mommy has to spend time with Little Baby, Bun.” Nala informed, coming to stand beside her husband and daughter, laughing as Bunme started to pout again. “You have to share, Bun Bun. Your brother needs me too.”

“I know,” Bunme moaned. “All little babies need a mommy and daddy.”

T’Challa laughed and kissed Bunme’s forehead before grasping Nala’s hand. “Come. Let us go get Little Baby.”

[themodernman]

The Clothes make the Man.

    Clothing, its, the first thing people see about you when you walk up to them, followed by the face/ hair then a closer look at what you are wearing, hygeine, then your shoes, and watch. (usually)

  If there is one thing you take from this Post it is to BUY CLOTHES THAT FIT YOU, NO baggy, or tight painted on jeans, just a straight leg, or slim fit if you are skinny, you shouldn't NEED a belt to keep your pants up, and your jeans should be at least an inch above the ground in the back by your heel if you are standing barefoot. Selvedge denim, or ideally  Japanese selvedge denim if you can afford it, (selvedge denim is why people started cuffing their jeans to show off that “selvedge edge” on the outer seam) 

  With brands such as #H&M, #Uniqlo, and #Zara making a break on the scene in 2000, it has been easy for a broke college/ post college guy to dress well for little $, especially if you were around 5′9″ and 130LBs, because they made slim fit shirts, and pants, where everyone else was stuck in the 90′s with their button up shirts that looked like a balloon (think Seinfeld) when you tucked them in, and practically NOWHERE made XS or size 28x30 jeans.  

  Button up shirts should be stretch and have 2-4 inches depending preference  in between your chest and the inside of your shirt when you have it fully buttoned, your t shirt about the same, NO more V-necks, Henleys will always be in style along with crew neck T-shirts. NO crazy prints like dragons, brass knuckles, skulls or the like, (if your a professional MMA fighter I guess you get a pass). Sorry Pin stripes are gone. plaid, windowpane, gingham, check, are all good for button ups, but you should start with there basics, a nice solid white, gray and black shirt. 

  Short sleeve button ups. NO NO NO

  Suits/ sport coats, start with a black one, and a gray one thin lapels, double vented, go to a GOOD tailer to get sized, NO break, in dress pants, no pleats, high armpits, and a 2 button coat, but never button the bottom button, if you get a 3 piece, never button the bottom button on your vest... NEVER.  if you rock a pocket square, don't get nuts, its called a pocket SQUARE, shape it in a square and have 1/2-1″ sticking out. NEVER get a matching shirt and pocket square, just don't.  you can mix prints, if you're a pro, but for beginners, ONE print per outfit. I.E. white shirt, houndstooth print sport jacket, jeans, or windowpane button up, plain black or gray suit.  resist the urge to get the wild socks, just stick with a solid black, dark brown or dark gray pair, Dark black dress shoes, medium dark gray socks, don't match the colors and shades of your shoes and socks perfectly.  if you must get some socks that have a unassuming print on them, if its summer, wear loafer type socks so you can't see the socks, #gekks are great for summer.  

  Shoes/ boots/ loafers, Double Monk straps, don't strap the top strap,  cap toe, wing tips, derby, oxfords, penny loafers (no penny) cap toe boots, they all work.  With dress shoes, you get what you pay for, I have a pair of #alden #cordovan cap toe boots $650, but they will last forever, it has a #goodyearwelt which is what you want so you can resole them. (and pick your damn feet up when you walk, stand up straight and walk with a purpose, no slouching).  

  Underwear, Boxer Briefs are my preference, but boxers that you aren’t swimming in/ tighter fitting boxers, are ok also, black, dark gray, dark blue, maybe ones with a windowpane design, just don't get too nuts on bright colors and designs.  Would you think a girl with firetrucks on her underwear is sexy? no and neither do women.  

  Shorts. Besides for swimming where they should hit well above the knee, border shorts are a NO, cargo shorts are a NO, if you must wear shorts as a man buy a decent khaki pair, not too loose and not too long if you must. 

 Watches, if you can't afford a decent watch, just skip one, or save up until you can buy an #Omega, #Rolex, #Ball, #Baume, #Breitling, #Bulgari, #Cartier, #IWC, #Hublot, #Jaeger-LaCoultre, #Longines, #Movado, #Panerai, #PatekPhilippe, #Piaget, #TagHeuer, #Tudor, or if you are a baller anything #Tourbillion  if you travel a lot buy a Rolex to wear, if something happens to you Everyone knows a Rolex and its as good as cash, a Rolex Daytona got me out of a sticky situation in a place where an American should not have been. 

  In the end, think of clothing/ watches/jewlry as an investment, a good brand will last a lifetime, and your son will treasure your hand me down watch until he hands it down to his son...  people will judge you based on what you wear and your hygiene, so cut your frickin’ coke nails off, trim your nose hairs, and tidy up downstairs, whether it be for a job, or a GF, “dress to impress” “dress for the job you want, not the job you have” “if someone says your over dressed, their under dressed”, and blah blah, there's tons of them.  

  Ties, Silk, Knit silk with a flat bottom (should normally be solid colored), no stripes, go with the designs I mentioned for button ups, skinny to medium, they should not be bigger than your lapels, or a lot smaller either.  Tie bars are a great accessory, stick with solid colors, and they should be about 1/3 - 3/4 as wide as your tie, NOT AS WIDE, and it should be worth between the 3rd and 4th button.

  Build your wardrobe slowly with quality stuff, (it is also a good motivator to stay skinny, (if you are skinny when you start buying) so you won't have to spend a lot of money on a whole new wardrobe.  Most people can't tell a Saville row bespoke suit from an off the rack Banana Republic, until they see them next to each other and they can really look at them, so don't worry about off the rack pieces until you’re in your 40′s then treat yourself, do your research, feel the material you are using, be involved in the whole process so you get exactly what you want if your going to drop 5k+ on a Bespoke suit...  unless your all ready wealthy, then go nuts, if you need a personal shopper DM me. 

Greatest mens designers out there, #TomFord when he was at #Dior, and currently #ThomBrowne.  

#theModernMan

[weeklyhumorist]

Itinerary Of A Plant Dad

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6:45AM — I wake up and check on Pia, our precious bundle of joy. She’s had a restless night, and has been keeping me and my partner Gwyndolynée awake with her endless rustling, tossing and turning. Pia — short for Piaget — is an 8 month old Haworthiopsis fasciata we adopted from a communal growery in Park Slope (organic, no pesticides). Once neglected, she is now our pride and joy.

6:50AM — I check Pia’s soil. It’s wet. Our precocious youngling is already pot trained.

7:30AM — Gwyndolynée leaves for work, tearing up. It’s her first day back since bringing our Pia home. She is an art director at a boutique agency specializing in luxe window decor for popup experiences. I have retired early to care for precious Pia, and also to work on my novel (a satire of my time at Goldman). Occasionally I will read her passages aloud, hoping to strengthen her cognition before applying for top green rooms in the city.

8:20AM — I continue to baby-proof the house while Pia naps, removing blinds with looped cords so she doesn’t deprive herself of morning sun.

8:40AM — I put the last safety covers over all electrical outlets. After Gwyndolynée and I heard about the fern in the neighborhood who nearly died from putting a leaf in a socket, we don’t want to take any chances. Pia will be crawling any day now.

10:30AM — Feeding time! Ultimately we decided to breastfeed — neither of us are lactating, but we feel like the exposure to the breast is what matters. Soon she will be ready for solids. I think Pia’s ready for that more than Gwendolynée and I are!

11AM — Pia and our cat Lionel are finally getting along. I was getting worried for a moment we’d have to put him down.

Noon — A brief lunch of grilled fish for me and Pia. Gwyndolynée and I have gone on a completely plant-free diet in solidarity with our daughter. We are also opposed to eating meat, but we have settled on seafood because we feel like fish can’t be that sentient.

3:30PM — I am thinking of Gwyndolynée at work, her long fingers stroking the keyboard of her laptop as she coordinates experiences, a photograph of Pia on her desk. I text her an updated photograph of Pia, and she sends back “ok.” I love my partner so much!

4PM — Time to meet with the other plant dads! I load Pia into the Baby Björn. We initially purchased a stroller, but we’re too worried about her separation anxiety. Sweet thing!

4:30PM — It’s nice to get some time together with the other dads Willis, Christophe, and Edmund at the botanical garden. Not only is it good for our seedlings to socialize with others, but it’s also good for our sanity. We lean on each other and exchange parenting tips. Though our plants are all different, with different needs, they all depend on us to be strong role models.

4:35PM — Edmund shares a story about forgetting to rotate his youngling after two weeks on the windowsill. We all laugh, especially Willis, who is having difficulty adjusting to his new role as plant dad. In fact, I’m thinking of reporting Willis to PPS (Plant Protective Services). We all know there’s more than just water in that S’well bottle!

5:35PM — Christophe is starting drama in the group again, this time by suggesting that Pia is not Haworthiopsis fasciata, but instead the much more common Haworthiopsis attenuata. Although this is incredibly offensive, I remind myself that Christophe is lashing out because his partner adopted their bamboo shoots from Sears, and now he’s stuck with it.

5:40PM — Pia and I head home, and though I’m still worried about what Christophe said, Edmund sends a text message that really makes me feel supported. Edmund is such a good plant dad with five bouncing baby succulents of his own. Sigh… Maybe I’ll bring up expanding our forest to Gwendolynée tonight. Everyone says we grow such beautiful greenery.

6:00PM — On the way home, Pia and I see new plants in the neighbor’s window: new kids on the block! We immediately stop to invite them over for a playdate when we realize something ghastly. The plants are only… artificial? Who would do this heinous thing? I shield Pia from seeing. It might be time for us to move out of the city.

7:35PM — We are at home listening to Mozart when Gwyndolynée returns. Almost immediately, she picks a fight with me. She is suggesting we get a plant sitter again so I can ‘get out of the house’ and ‘maybe get a job.’ Clearly she doesn’t understand the magnitude of my job as a father.

7:37PM — In a regretful moment of passive aggression, I tell Gwyndolynée that Pia said her first word and it was “dada.” She walks away, but I secretly hope this hurts her deeply.

7:45PM — I apologize and agree that we will get a plant-sitter. It just feels like only yesterday we were transplanting our Pia out of her growery pot and into her first big-girl pot. I just hope she isn’t listening to mommy and daddy squabbling!

7:55PM — Gwyndolynée and I make love. But —

8:00PM Did I just hear Pia cry? Poor thing’s probably having nightmares again. We should have never let her watch Little Shop of Horrors. I check Pia’s soil — it’s dry. It’s hard for us, but she must be weaned this way, or she will be overwatered. We wonder if she is suffering? “Isn’t life suffering?” asks Gywndolynée, staring out past the linen curtains at the rising moon. I weep.

Itinerary Of A Plant Dad was originally published on Weekly Humorist

[altaica1]

Singapore snobbishness: guys and their Pateks

#PatekAcademy, a new Instagram affinity group comprising 11 millennial-aged watch collectors converged in S'pore to enjoy the company of like-minded contemporaries with similar lifestyles.  

OVER ONE WEEKEND in late August, a group of 11 millennial-aged watch collectors from Hong Kong; Sydney; Shanghai; Taiwan and Yangon, Myanmar, converged in Singapore.  

The attraction? A celebration of #PatekAcademy, a new Instagram affinity group that had 2,655 followers a little more than two months later. But Patek Philippe, the family-owned Swiss brand known for its horological expertise and elegant style, did not have a thing to do with it.  

"We're creating our own community," said Shoyo Kawamura, 23, the group's co-founder, who compiled the guest list, organised events and picked up the tab once his guests were in Singapore.  

Instagram is the group's raison d'être - several of the members are well-known influencers (check @horoloupe and @singaporewatchclub). And they just enjoy the company of contemporaries with similar lifestyles and interests, such as cigars, whisky and fast cars.  

"Collectors like us have more influence than watch magazines now," Kawamura said. "We post authentic watches that we've paid our hard-earned money on."  

Kawamura is finishing a marketing degree in Singapore and helping to manage his family's vast portfolio of private equity investments; his focus includes the city state and Malaysia.  

For #PatekAcademy, the budding tycoon hosted three GTGs - watch group slang for "get together": a dinner at Straits Clan, a private club; a late-night party at Zouk, and the highlight event, a Saturday afternoon jaunt on a luxury catamaran that circled nearby islands in the Singapore Strait.  

During the four-hour trip on a blisteringly hot day, the men smoked Cohiba cigars and downed drinks as they searched for shade to take photos of their Pateks - many on wrists, others carefully arranged on a blue tarp laid on an upper deck. They talked timepieces, quizzed one another on Patek esoterica and traded tips on how to find rare watches. The girlfriends who came along (none of whom are watch collectors) donned bikinis and sat on beach towels, chatting, before the buffet lunch.  

Kawamura rolled up the sleeves of his white linen shirt to display his blue-faced Ref 5270G Perpetual Calendar Chronograph on his left wrist. Released in 2011, its dial was packed by Patek with the day and month at 12 o'clock, a 30-minute counter at 3, a moon phase date at 6, and a seconds indicator at 9.  

It is one of the 30 to 40 watches in his collection, which includes a number of Pateks, but also Rolex, Piaget, Hublot, Omega and Breitling - some of which he bought and others that were passed on by his father. "Collecting is a huge part of my life," he said, estimating the value of his watches at more than S$1 million.  

To show his friends, he had brought along a Patek 5170G-001 18-Karat White Gold Chronograph with Breguet numerals and a black dial, co-branded with Tiffany & Co.  

"For young collectors, buying is easier now," he said, recalling that when he first started collecting at age 14, he had to pore over glossy catalogues. "Now it's all available on the Web. You see a watch on Instagram and, boom, there's the price and its whole story - everything in a single click."  

He also had his Patek Ref 130 Chronograph in steel, the vintage 1939 timepiece that he bought two years ago in a Christie's auction, one of his most valuable pieces. It came with the original import stamp from Portuguese customs and an original band, all of which he keeps in his safe.  

"The Instagram response has been very positive," he said, referring to the comments he has received on posted photos of the watch.  

During the cruise, some of the men chided the other #PatekAcademy founder, Andy Zhang, for getting tiny scratches on his watches - he wears six in rotation - while cooking and playing with his two toddlers. A Shanghai native who lives mostly in Sydney, Zhang works in his family's property business, based in the Philippines, and in his own fashion boutiques.  

Four years ago, he began what some call the first Instagram hashtag group for watch lovers, #LangeNation, connecting fans of the A Lange & Söhne brand; now, with over 9,000 followers, it has begun to host official events with the German watchmaker. "Brands used to ignore social media, but they don't now," he said. "It has reshaped the whole industry."  

"They prefer selling to clients they know, to protect the brand," he added, pointing at what he calls his "milestone" watch: Patek's 40th Anniversary Nautilus Chronograph, Ref 5976/1G. He bought the white-gold timepiece last year after meeting a senior Patek executive at a private dinner. "He called Geneva that day for me," Zhang recalled. "It was the last piece available."  

Like Kawamura, Zhang is a member of the Shanghai Watch Gang, founded last year. They say it is the largest millennial watch community, with more than 8,300 followers on Instagram and a Facebook page, and regulars attend GTGs at the 442 Club, a private club in the Shanghai Xintiandi development.  

Among those regulars is Austen Chu De Krassel, known as Chu, who flew in for the #PatekAcademy event.  

At 22, Chu has more than 80,700 followers on his personal Instagram account, @horoloupe, where he posts daily. He said watch brands had offered to pay him as much as US$3,000 a post - but he never accepted the offers: "I would have to post brand products I don't like; the stuff that doesn't sell."  

After the boat docked, the group went for drinks at the Patek Philippe boutique in the upmarket ION Orchard mall, hosted by Cortina Watch, Patek's retail partner in Singapore.  

While sipping champagne and eating beef cheek, Kawamura showed off his new Patek purchase, which he picked up at the event: the sought-after Ref 5131/1P-001 World Time. The cloisonné enamel dial (39.5 millimetres wide) has a colourful Earth map - the North Pole at its centre - surrounded by a day/night indicator and a 24-hour ring with 24 cities to represent the world's main time zones. The rice-bead link bracelet is available only in platinum.  

Released last year at the Baselworld trade fair, the 5131/1P was the first one that Cortina Watch had managed to get for the Singapore store, according to Andy Thong, the boutique's customer relations consultant. The price was S$171,700.  

Select customers can order such prized watches - Zhang said he would pick up his 5131/1P in November in Sydney - but Instagram sites have proved to be a problem for dealers. "Most Instagram pictures are of the old collections and demand for these is crazy," Thong said. "We don't have them to sell; they are asking for what we can't get."  

Kawamura hopes to ride what he thinks will be a potential wave of millennial demand by opening his own vintage and rare finds shop. And in preparation, he is considering two watchmaking courses in Switzerland next year.  

"It's a matter of time," he said. "People our age are getting exposed to collecting through social media. There should be more coming." NYTIMES  

A collection of watches for social media photos. #PatekAcademy co-founder Shoyo Kawamura said: "Collecting is a huge part of my life", estimating the value of his watches at more than S$1 million.