Welcome to Tech and the City. 

Come explore with me the love of tech; but instead of commitment issues and cosmos, I’m navigating lightning ports, camera bumps, and the occasional existential crisis over bezels.

Is it sleek and exciting? Yes. Does it make my heart flutter when I hold it? Also yes. Am I scared it’ll break my heart (my bank account and my photo habits)? Deeply. 

“Should I buy the iPhone Air?” The question haunts me, not because I need a new (i)phone, but because this feather-light beauty feels less like a device and more like a design flirtation.

But it’s not just it’s form factor. The iPhone Air feels like a time travel. 

Back to a time when buying and holding an iPhone felt like holding a piece of art, a luxury object. Not a rectangular piece of aluminum and glass; a functional tool with a distinctive, yet still ugly triple-les stare. Back when the iPhone had presence, an aura. 

The past five years or so? The iPhones have felt just… 

Reliable? Yes. 

Powerful? Absolutely. 

Predictable and meh? Also yes. 

Yes, the iPhones have felt ‘just.’ They lost their magic. The ‘aw’ in App-aw-le. 

But the iPhone Air? It took me back to my iPhone 4 days. A sleek piece of the future. 

Either way, the iPhone Air made my heart skip a beat. It’s so elegan. And finally - FINALLY - you can have a large phone that doesn’t feel like you’re holding a brick with a screen. You hold it in your hands and it feels like a flirty somebody slid into your DMs texting you inappropriate things at night, keeping you up at night, with sweat, desire and the burning question: Should I? 

Let’s talk about the elephant in the room - an irony since it’s so thin. (Get it???) 

I take loads of photos. I’m a sucker for a good sunset, waves breaking on rocks, my dogs sleeping… I take a million photos. And I love the versatility of my iPhone 16 Pro. Zoom. Depth. ProRAW powerhouse. 

The Air? Has one camera. Singular. Numero uno. 

Is it competent? Sure, all the reviews say so. But one lens? It’s giving situationship. As in: I’ll be compromising until I find something that fully satisfies me.

My algorithm is flooded with creators flaunting what the iPhone 17 Pro can do. Zoomed-in portraits. Night shots. Pictures looking like they were taken on DSLR. It’s compelling. It’s familiar. It’s functional. It’s also ugly.

And the Air is still whispering in my ear sweet nothings. And now I want both. 

The 17 Pro is the reliable one. The one you want to settle down with. And the Air? Is the passionate love affair. For the Sex and the City fans, it’s like when Carrie was with Aidan but had an affair with Big. (Sorry tech geeks, I’m also a TV buff and I watch everything from the Kardashians to Game of Thrones.I know, I am unhinged but I am not apologizing.)

Let’s be real, the Air isn’t the phone of the future. Not really. 

It’s for the Apple fans. For the people who don’t mind compromising function for beauty. For people who miss the feeling of owning an iPhone that makes your heart skip a beat before you open the camera app. 

But most of all, I think the iPhone Air isn’t but a teaser; a taste of what’s Apple’s cooking. If Apple wants to sell us today’s future, they need to make a device that’s this thin when open and as powerful as the Pro when folded. 

And the Air, for me, feels like a proof of concept. A whisper of what’s next.

The iPhone is for minimalists, but not a minimalist like myself. 

It’s for an Apple enthusiast, but not an Apple enthusiast like myself. 

It’s for a tech freak, but not this tech freak like this tech freak. 

But let’s be honest: The decision was never gonna be a rational one! 

So… I might, JUST MIGHT, end up buying it after all.