The iPhone 7 doesn’t hit stores till tomorrow morning, but a handful of die-hards have already hunkered down on the pavement outside of Apple’s new Bedford Avenue store. Hey, if that’s what it takes to get a healthy supply of replacement earpods (damn you, autocorrect, I’m not calling them AirPods). Remember when the only people sprawled out on Bedford were the dudes coming out of Irene’s Pub? Times sure have changed. A few blocks down the avenue, the ghost of Steve is having a laugh.
By the way, do these photos look a little grainy to you? Maybe the 7 would take better ones? Screw it, I’m jumping in line. Send pizza. Or Whole Foods.
While the rest of the world anticipates next week’s unveiling of the iPhone 7 or iPhone 6s or whatever and prepares to line up all over again, we made a run to an altogether sadder, creepier Apple Store — one that is to the real thing what Banksy’s Dismaland is to Disneyland.