There was a time, not very long ago, when the western world looked dubiously on a man wearing a bracelet. At best, it was a style reserved for dads displaying the summer camp craft projects of their precious progeny or for kind people using their wrists to lend a hand in raising awareness of a disease.
At worst, bracelets on men suggested that the wearer was a bookie, a procurer, a shifty playboy, or a trying-too-hard countercultural peacock. Exceptions could be granted, in certain contexts, to 1950s youngsters pairing ID bracelets with letter sweaters, to Euros matching Cartier “Love” bracelets with private jets, and to aficionados of Navajo jewelry actively vacationing in Taos, N.M.