During the year, several watch complications dominate the watchmaking heaven. Coveted and worshipped alike, tourbillons (at least flying, better two-, three-, multiaxis, or even multiple-tourbillonised), chronographs with at least two split indications, repeaters, that repeat minutes on three chimes at least, better four or ten chimes, striking "La Cucaracha" every quarter of an hour, and the "Star Wars" theme every full hour, and of course astronomical timepieces accurately showing where Proxima Centauri will be in 158,976 years, these highlights of genius and CAD/CAM are the absolute stars of our dreams.
But once a year, no, twice, another group of classic complications, a much more silent and discreet one, is permitted to excel - to draw the envious eyes of all others upon themselves: the perpetual calendars. Every year, at the end of February, and on the 31st of December, the perpetuals have their finest hour: What normally stands still, moves, reflecting the changes of the calendar. Suddenly, mechanisms inactive for a full year, come to life and move hands or disks. Ha!, look at this, tourbillon, who you are helplessly rotating. What do you gain by your rotation period of sixty seconds, captive of your own cage? Or you, repeater, when your ding! is lost in the whoosh! of the rockets shooting up into the sky, and the crackle of the pyrotechnics in the streets? Even if you ding!ding! your full repertoire at midnight, your midnight will always be the same midnight as the other 364 ones!
But the perpetuals make New Year something really special. Let the rest of the family look bestranged at the sight of their relative, forgetting the champagne in the glass, staring with utmost concentration on his watch, only to burst into infrequent laughter and "Yes! The month!!"-shouts. Forgotten the Vienna waltz, forgotten the kisses exchanged by all people celebrating, forgotten the good wishes for the next year ..... what do we, the secret society of perpetual-owners care about the next year? It is the next year's end we are looking forward, since it will be moment when our watch will once again have its finest hour.
To share this wonderful event with you, dear and poor non-perpetualists, I have put together this short pictorial. If my enthusiastic comments are a bit boring for you, you might draw some amusement from the imagination of the worried glances I caught from fifteen people around me, when I took out the camera and briskly stopped our ongoing conversation, only to take pictures of my watch on the table, happily giggling comments like: "Wow! the month! the month is coming! I can see the head already!!"