The iPhone Isn’t Cool
I cradled my first iPhone like an egg after I bought it. The year was 2011; the season was winter. The ground was slushy, but I was too nervous to take the thing on the subway. It was an absolute luxury, by far the fanciest and, I felt, most fragile thing I owned—more Fabergé than farmstand.The precise model was the iPhone 4, which looked like an ice-cream sandwich from the side and felt about as sturdy.


























