I have cumulated, in my house, the stock of parts and tools of three late watchmakers including my father. Access to spare parts for the old school independent watchmakers is not easy and I will try to help my colleges out the way I can. I will add a couple of tools and parts to my “shop” page, daily. If you are in the same position as me and would fancy some publicity, I would be happy to link your page or shop on www.w4t.ch
If I manage to sell something from the w4t.ch shop, I will donate fifty percent of the earnings to “Bandcamp” and “Plan International”. And you know why? Because, a society with happy women and happy artists is a happy place. The rest will go to finding new stock for the w4t.ch shop…
Computers, data, shortcode, IT and what not are not my happy place, so if shit on these pages don’t work please let me know through the contact page. Keep on w4tchmaking.
My old man was a watchmaker. I pretty much grew up in a watch- and jewelry shop in Finland. My parents did take their work home…
I did not take any clocks or watches apart at the age of six and
assemble them with fascination and prodigy beaming thru my eyes. When,
at twenty-one I took my first clock apart, in watchmaking school, I was
dead sure that thing was never going to work again. Before the age of
twenty I had different plans for my life. The only certainty was, it was
not about watchmaking… or the french language. Life to me was my
brother’s Slade vinyls and the wild collection of mopeds and motor-bikes
that came and went thru his garage.
The final year of watchmaking school, I was elected “the best student”
of the course. Something to do with speaking english and not being a
complete asshole. The spoils of that was being sent to Switzerland for
three weeks as a guest of the Swatch Group, visiting and getting
training in their factories. On that trip I met the first Irishman in my
life. A most hilarious jockey with a collar-bone poking straight out of
his body after some crazy accident on a race-track. We had beers every
night and sunday mornings he used to borrow my umbrella to go to church.
Finns and Irishmen seem to mix well. Like bread and cheese.
After school I looked after one of my parent’s stores in Helsinki. I was
mainly restoring clocks for those four years. When I started to miss
watches and was afraid I would lose my touch, I took my family back to
Switzerland and did a course in WOSTEP.
I found a job in Omega and started in their fabulous, newly restored
after-sales service, in 1996. I got the chance to work on all the
different chronograph movements they have used, all the pre-ETA Omega
movements and did some restoration work on the old pocket watches.
In 1998 we moved to Le Locle and I got to learn more complicated
watchmaking with Christophe Claret. I did mainly minute repeaters for
Ulysse-Nardin. I have worked on roughly a hundred of those, over the
The new millennium saw me entering the fast expanding universe of
Ulysse-Nardin. During my six years in the company we grew from thirty
employees to some three hundred. I was working on striking watches,
tourbillons, astronomical watches, QP:s and the traditional board
chronometers as a coach for the workshop of complications.
In 2006 i started my own workshop assembling and servicing watches for:
Ulysse Nardin, Richard Mille, Franck Muller, Daniel Roth, Girard
Perregaux, Bovet, Bulgari, MB&F, Maîtres du Temps, Patek Philippe,
Christophe Claret, Audemars Piguet, Jean Dunand, Jeanrichard etc.
Turns out it’s all about watchmaking and the french language, after all.