It was a cool gray afternoon in London when I stumbled upon a quiet shop along a cobblestone side street. I told the man behind the counter I was searching for something special: my first vintage watch.

He disappeared into the back and returned with a dusty box. Inside was a Cartier Cristallor, a sliver of gold geometry that caught the light like a secret. Its clean lines, quiet confidence and impossible restraint stopped me cold.

I offered to buy it on the spot. The owner smiled and shook his head. It wasn’t for sale, he said.
Of course, that only made me want it more.

Less than twenty-four hours later, another Cristallor was on my wrist, found in a different shop a few kilometers away. That was the moment I fell in love, not just with a watch but with the chase, the craftsmanship, the romance of objects that have already lived.

Since then, I haven’t stopped. I’ve become both a passionate collector and a devoted dealer, channeling my obsession into a trade. I’m driven by the emotion that comes from finding the hard-to-find, from getting people what they want, or what they didn’t yet know they needed.

NYC Vintage Vault was born from this passion, a curation of design, mood and memory for those who crave the rare and the real. Each piece is chosen not for its name, but for its presence, and that ineffable magnetism you can’t quite explain, only feel.

Because the right watch doesn’t tick. It hums.
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And if you listen closely, it might just tell your story next.

Welcome to NYC Vintage Vault. I’m so happy you’re here.