old apple
A while back, I lost my phone. So while I was waiting for my new one, my dad sent me his old iPhone 4. And then I dropped the new phone. So I’m back.

This phone came out seven years ago. The June before my freshman year of high school, actually. But I still feel like it’s the most beautiful phone ever created.
I love the glass on the front and the back and how these two symmetric halves are partitioned ever so elegantly by a stainless steel band.

I love the glossy silver logo that sticks out from the black glass back like a tiny Apple-shaped mirror in the middle of space. Something like that serves no purpose other than to be beautiful and that’s a rare quality in our feature driven lives.

I love how small it is to hold. I’m so used to five and a half inch screen phones now, that I forgot we used to be able to walk comfortably with a phone in our front pocket.

I don’t love how small it is when it’s time to type. I can use swype with one hand and type a lot faster than if I were to try pecking with two thumbs.
It’s funny. I’ve eyed this phone so much ever since my dad got it. It’s mine now. The battery life’s not great, so I’ll have to get my replacement fixed eventually. But anyways, one day I’ll start a museum of my favorite consumer products. This will be the first exhibit.
