Spoken For

On why a grail needs no words, and the watch nobody knows needs a manifesto.

The journal is open on the desk to a two-page spread, the kind a magazine sets in a different typeface and labels, with a small apology, as partner content. There is a watch in it somewhere, though you have to go looking. What the pages actually show is a film: dancers in loose grey tailoring suspended against black, caught mid-fall or mid-rise, the sup…