Atlanta’s Blade Show isn’t just a gathering—it’s a tempest of tempered metal, where the air hums with the promise of precision. Imagine a cathedral of craftsmanship, where 900 exhibitors lay out their wares like medieval blacksmiths at a futuristic bazaar. From razor-thin folders to brutish fixed blades, this is where form shakes hands with function, and the Knife of the Year award gleams like Excalibur in a sea of contenders.
Arcanaut’s latest creation, the Arc II – Garnet Goblin, isn’t just a watch—it’s a wrist-bound reliquary. Picture hundreds of garnets, crushed and reborn as a dial that glows like embers under gold. It’s the sort of alchemy that makes Swiss traditionalists clutch their pearls, yet here it is: 66 pieces of defiance, priced at $4,450. For those who wear their eccentricities on their sleeve (literally).
The Timex headquarters in Middlebury, Connecticut, is a glass-and-steel sundial facing extinction. Its meridian line, once a poetic nod to horology, now marks the countdown to demolition. Hedge funds wield wrecking balls like blunt instruments, while preservationists whisper prayers to the gods of architecture. A building that told time may soon run out of it.
