Art-world rebel Damien Hirst, by the numbers; cultivating a taste for greatness in Ethiopian coffee; on the road with the spirit of Mark Twain; a Swiss watchmaker whose time has come; woking and talking with Katie Leclerc
In an industrial building next door to some horse stables, Yvan Arpa, founder and CEO of renegade watch company Artya, tugs on a pair of rubber boots and dons a heavy apron. A Tesla coil whirs to life a few feet away, and the 47-year-old watch designer approaches it. Like something out of an old sci-fi flick, a million volts of electricity jump from the coil to a watch case that he’s holding out in front of him. After a couple of seconds, when the metal has been scarred to Arpa’s satisfaction, the machine is powered down.
Although the scene contrasts dramatically with the image of watchmaker as quiet craftsman hunched over a workbench, this particular timepiece is actually one of the less extreme things this former math professor has loosed upon the watch world. He’s made watches out of moon dust, shredded euros and even guitar picks used by the band Kiss. At last year’s BaselWorld — the annual convention that draws more than 1,800 jewelers and watchmakers to Switzerland to display their wares — Arpa brought one watch made of fossilized dinosaur dung and another featuring rusted metal from the Titanic. (For this year’s show, which runs March 8-15, he says he’s bringing something “for the kids” but declines, somewhat ominously, to elaborate.)
Why go to such extremes? “Nobody really needs a watch to tell time anymore,” Arpa explains. “We wear watches as trophies, to show the world our values. And to me, art is one of the most important values.” It’s an ethos he lives by — along with, apparently, hypercreativity. “My assistant tells me that every sentence I say starts with ‘I have an idea,’” he says, laughing. “But she also knows me well enough to serve herbal tea and decaf coffee, so she can have a safe day at the office.” — SAM POLCER
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