Patrick Pierazzoli: Legendary
James Bond would probably never wear a Swatch, and yet the two have more in common than you might think. Both are icons of pop-cultural world heritage, and while James Bond saved the world from time to time on behalf of Her Majesty, Swatch and its creator Nicolas Hayek saved the entire Swiss watch industry from ruin in the 1980s. At the same time, Swatch made the world more colorful, funnier, louder and flashier, and new designs are still being created almost daily. It is therefore fitting that Swatch is celebrating the 25th anniversary of the company. Bond film “No Time to Die” has launched a limited 007 collection. Six of the seven models were inspired by legendary Bond films, while the seventh is based on the character of “Q”, the inventor of Bond’s special devices. If you want one of these works of design art for your wrist, you’d better hurry, because unfortunately the limited edition pieces are not as secret as Bond’s missions.
Lucas Papaw Ointment
Marina Warth: The Secret
Sharing a secret is the ultimate proof of friendship. Then the treasure cave opens its doors and the riddle is revealed. Astonishment, amazement – and finally pride in the trust that the other person places in you. In the school playground, we whispered chewing gum brands to each other or whispered the name of our crush behind our backs – today I wear my life on my sleeve. If you ask me, I’ll answer. Honest, detailed and preferably a little longer. Recently, we talked about lip care, a tiresome topic, but an important one, especially in the off-season, that unpleasant thing where snow and sun, cold and heat alternate like workers on shift. I answered and gave it away, my holy grail. And yes, I’ll let you in on my secret about soft, well-groomed lips, which you are welcome to pass on – but only in a whisper, please.
Marco Rüegg: All ears
Ernest Hood prevents modern man from forgetting how to listen after waiting. With a monster of a cassette player, he records the sounds of his surroundings in 1975, in the park, on the playground, in front of the neighborhood store. He decorates it with a zither and synthesizer and in 1975 has the record “Neighborhood” (Thistfield Records) pressed, which he distributes to friends in Portland, the “City of Roses”. You can almost hear the flowers growing on this revelation of sound aesthetics. Or even more so today, when everyday life bombards our stimuli like clay pigeons at the shooting range. The rest of the story is even more nostalgic: polio confines the former jazz guitarist (whose epic is now digitally accessible) to a wheelchair, and in 1995 he departs this life – quietly, as the first American to legally choose suicide.
