I was checking out the latest copy of Michigan Avenue, because I enjoy knowing what the well-to-do in Chicago are up to, and the fact that they’re usually not up to anything I want to do (“I have a feeling that if I achieved all my dreams it would cut into my sitting-around time” – Maria Bamford) makes me feel better about being ill-to-do. Anyway, this month they had a spread of expensive watches, all of which are surprisingly (or not) hideous, but the Le Cirque Animalier de Cartier eagle watch caught my eye: