Jet Set Musts: Nick Foulkes
As any horolophile knows, it is purgatory to be constantly changing one's watches, but sheer hell to have to put oneself through the tiresome rigmarole of lifting one's shirtcuff every time one wants to know the hour or operate the chronograph.
Italy is the kind of country where things like watches and shirtcuffs are a matter of national pride and where sooner or later someone would invent the Polso Orologio: the watch-cuff shirt.
The man who solved this jet-set glitch is Gianni Agnelli, the fashionista's favorite industrialist, the man who made a big thing about wearing his watches outside his cuff.
It could only happen in Italy. What in other parts of the world would be seen as just getting things plain wrong, like wearing one's underpants outside one's trousers, is, in the land of Ferraris and focaccia, an iconic style statement. But in Italy, especially if you are a member of the multibillionaire playboy's club, such things are taken seriously.
Simply fastening your watch around your cuff was too easy: anyone could do it. What was really needed was a refined purpose-built shirtcuff with an aperture through which one — and one's admirers —could see one's timepiece.
After all there is something almost sacrilegious about strapping your Franck Muller Master Banker or your Audemars Piguet Royal Oak Offshore, around a common workaday shirtcuff when you could be showing it off through its own purpose built Polso Orologio. Less of a shirt and more of wear-able showcase for your watch, it is a vitrine at the end of the arm.
The Da Vinci of the Camicia, who invented this beautiful garment, is Angelo Galasso,
proprietor of pan-Italian shirtmaker Interno Otto. To shackle oneself into one of sig. Galasso's watch cuff shirts is an activity that requires a degree in physics and a couple of vocational qualifications in shirt-making: it is amply covered by the two words 'molto tecnico' — or 'very technical.
Molto tecnico is a good description of the knot that Galasso recommends; it is of a vast-ness that would make Prince Michael of Kent jealous. But then it would be frightfully infra dig to have a vast Braining poking through one's cuff, only to fasten one's tie in an anaemic knot the site of an infant's little fingernail.
Nick Foulkes defines Galasso: "The Da Vinci of the Camicia"