My father was a buyer for Upim too in the 60s! I remember the "gifts" arriving at Christmas comprising a Persian rug, champagne bottles in wooden boxes, silver cutlery, huge food hampers and the white truffles (which were put in a jar with rice and kept in the terrace hoping they will not spoil). Then he moved to logistics for La Rinascente and the gifts stopped.
A wonderful life, Dottore Turin. Piedmontese truffles and Barolo wine. Fast, beautiful cars. The scent of truffles is divine and Piemonte an incredible place, I was fortunate to have lived there for a while and your stories make me remember the Nebbia, and those intense flavors which seem to be exalted in fall days and nights. Great that you are sharing your memories of the 60s, 70s and 80s of an amazing Europe that changed in 1989, forever. Grazie mille.
That is such a beautiful watch, both classic and futuristic at the same time. I love the size of it. Many modern watches are quite large and rather ugly, in my opinion. They seem designed to attract attention instead of keeping the wearer aware of dates and times.
What a great story! I remember Upim in Trieste well. We used to go shopping there from Yugoslavia because it was quite close and the choice was more interesting.
The design of the watch is beautiful. To me it feels like it is inspired by Art Deco.
As evidence for your point, I have a friend who is a natural Tino, thwarted by the time and place in which he lives. In the 1990s, he was caught vastly exceeding the speed limit one too many times on Northern Virginia expressways. He went to court to dispute the ticket, with his pregnant wife by his side, and pleaded for mercy. However, the judge told my friend that he would surely crash and kill himself and possibly others if not taught a lesson, and that he was doing my friend a favor by suspending his drivers license for a year. Just before the birth of their first child! Imagine the impossibility, in our car-centric landscape! IIRC, he had to hitch rides to the office with colleagues for the entire year, and would occasionally sneak out at night surreptitiously for a grocery run, driving super carefully because he would have lost his license permanently if caught. Masculine greatness denied!
In my search for a GMT diver some years ago, I came across a beautiful Sherpa Super Jet. I found the dual-crown manipulation too busy-looking and too fussy in practice, neither of which your Sherpa Star could be accused of.
My father was a buyer for Upim too in the 60s! I remember the "gifts" arriving at Christmas comprising a Persian rug, champagne bottles in wooden boxes, silver cutlery, huge food hampers and the white truffles (which were put in a jar with rice and kept in the terrace hoping they will not spoil). Then he moved to logistics for La Rinascente and the gifts stopped.
Ha!!!! Wonderful, thank you. Just curious: what was his name?
Franco Colombano, based in Milan.
Thank you, does not ring a bell.
Did you know Enicar is Racine in reverse?
Yes!
A wonderful life, Dottore Turin. Piedmontese truffles and Barolo wine. Fast, beautiful cars. The scent of truffles is divine and Piemonte an incredible place, I was fortunate to have lived there for a while and your stories make me remember the Nebbia, and those intense flavors which seem to be exalted in fall days and nights. Great that you are sharing your memories of the 60s, 70s and 80s of an amazing Europe that changed in 1989, forever. Grazie mille.
That is such a beautiful watch, both classic and futuristic at the same time. I love the size of it. Many modern watches are quite large and rather ugly, in my opinion. They seem designed to attract attention instead of keeping the wearer aware of dates and times.
What a great story! I remember Upim in Trieste well. We used to go shopping there from Yugoslavia because it was quite close and the choice was more interesting.
The design of the watch is beautiful. To me it feels like it is inspired by Art Deco.
This is the best narrative yet. Thank you. Now tell us more about your horological knowledge.
Thank you. That was all of it, I'm afraid...
But it's also a marvellously OEdipal narrative, and that probably continues forever, not so?
Touché
The social conditions for being a Tino aren’t the easiest these days. What a pity.
I don't know... Tinos had a good run, maybe it's time to move over.
As evidence for your point, I have a friend who is a natural Tino, thwarted by the time and place in which he lives. In the 1990s, he was caught vastly exceeding the speed limit one too many times on Northern Virginia expressways. He went to court to dispute the ticket, with his pregnant wife by his side, and pleaded for mercy. However, the judge told my friend that he would surely crash and kill himself and possibly others if not taught a lesson, and that he was doing my friend a favor by suspending his drivers license for a year. Just before the birth of their first child! Imagine the impossibility, in our car-centric landscape! IIRC, he had to hitch rides to the office with colleagues for the entire year, and would occasionally sneak out at night surreptitiously for a grocery run, driving super carefully because he would have lost his license permanently if caught. Masculine greatness denied!
I knew you were a commie 😂
In my search for a GMT diver some years ago, I came across a beautiful Sherpa Super Jet. I found the dual-crown manipulation too busy-looking and too fussy in practice, neither of which your Sherpa Star could be accused of.
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