A couple of weeks back, we went on the record stating Bremont’s founding fathers – Nick and Giles English – were that rarest of breeds in the luxury watch world: folk who actually walk the talk. Why? Because they were flying long before they had the idea of doing the crazy and launching a new watch brand with an aviation leitmotif.
Our time with them at Flying Legends wasn’t just an opportunity to schmooze and booze – although we did both in legendary style – rather it provided a real insight into the passion, expertise and power of those who actually fly. Not those who use it as a simulator backdrop to a new model line-up launch…
But while it’s all well and good to applaud the English Bros. for their credibility, and charm, what we really want from them are bonafide brilliant watches. After all, that’s what brought us together to begin with.
While the Fool has been sporting a tasty Bremont MB-II for a while now – most recently with their tasty vintage brown leather strap – Six has been making do with the standard rubber strap on a blue-dialed S500. Unfortunately, a bent spring bar meant that the latter was looking a little shabby and in need of some attention.
Through the roar of the Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the gentle fog of too many glasses of champagne, your editors managed to manhandle the English Bros. into sitting down in the Bremont boutique during Flying Legends. Suitcases of straps were pulled out, more champagne was poured and a passionate discussion ensued about which alternative straps would suit the MBII and S500.
We started with the MBII, which ironically was already enjoying the sweet scent of a vintage brown leather strap. Already enjoying a collection filled with leather straps, the Fool was looking for something a little more macho. Enter the Military Desert Sand strap.
While Six had his reservations about the visibility of the black velcro attachment, we were reassured that that was exactly how the strap was supposed to look and be worn. The Fool was convinced enough to have it replace his vintage strap and off he went with a big smile on his red wine-filled cheeks. The latter explains why we’re still trawling our files looking for a decent shot to share with you! Watch this space…
Next up was little Six. He actually went straight for the aforementioned military strap, trying on the sand and green versions. Both wore incredibly comfortably. However, the in-view black velcro (clearly we’re spoiled by uniform NATO straps) was a deal-breaker, as was the clash between the strap colours and the vivid blue dial. So, Giles suggested he try on an embossed dark blue leather calf skin strap, with white stitching.
To say that your editors rolled out of the Bremont boutique at Flying Legends overwhelmed by being advised on watch straps by the chaps who made the watches in question is an understatement. It’s also an overstatement to say we actually left the boutique after the fitting, as the pics so clearly reveal. We simply had nowhere better we would have preferred to be
Says it all really.
PS You’ve no doubt noticed the all-new white-dialed Bremont Solo pic that we sneaked in at the end. We thought we’d tease you a bit before getting one for a full review and dissection on Talking Hands. So, stay tuned…
How Bremont strapped us in at Flying Legends. Nice n’ tight.
Sure, Bremont founders the English brothers can walk the talk, and fly the plane one-handed. But it’s their timepieces that we really went to Flying Legends for. Specifically, some straps and the new white-faced Solo
Eric (AKA Straight-Six) had a proper job as a journalist for Dow Jones before lowering himself gently into the warm, forgiving waters of The Guide. He’s our resident fanatic: he relished detailing his BMW M3 for two full days at a time before crashing it at Eau Rouge in the wet; he spends insane amounts on his home-cinema system and has thrown tens of thousands of euros at vintage Rolex sports watches. The little fool simply does not understand the concept of restraint or the meaning of excess. He also – following a legendary "heavy" lunch – once nibbled (yes, like little dogs do) a dear lady friend of ours.
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