Hands-On: The New Cartier Tank Française Is No Ladies’ Watch
I don’t own a Tank Française, nor have I ever toyed with the idea of owning one, but I do have a long standing relationship with this watch. It’s the first luxury timepiece I can remember being able to identify. If I cast my mind back to the early 2000s – a time when I was still mourning the Spice Girls’ breakup, but consoling myself with sticky pink lip gloss and butterfly embroidered jeans – I can picture a tiny version of myself running my fingers over the cold, smooth links of my mother’s stainless steel Française. I would sneak into her London bedroom and admire all of the treasures she kept on her dressing table; where the watch, inside a small blue Murano glass bowl, was both sequestered and begging to be touched.
