Jaeger-LeCoultre
Dream Time: Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Control Date
An hour or so into the evening, and having successfully consumed five or six body-shots out of the bartender’s bellybutton, Justin Bieber, the Despacito remix comes on. You’re on the dance floor, you slither over, and unlike what tends to happen every weekend at home, she doesn’t turn and run. You go on to have an evening so memorable, you will share it on countless occasions with your grandson around the Christmas dinner table in years to come.
This week I had the rare opportunity to meet my long-lost love again. The scariest thing – she was even more beautiful than I remember from that 45-minute session in Geneva.
In recent history, for me JLC has never been cooler.