I wandered down to the Sydney Apple Store opening queue. Yes, there’s only 4 hours to go now before people get their chance to walk the polished boards, gaze outwards from the steel-bracketed glass facade, and to ask premature questions about iPhone 3G.
I lent @decryption my spare MacBook Pro 15″ battery: he’s number 8 in the queue, which means he’s had a large number of cold hours sitting on a foldout chair.
The second part of the queue heads west up King Street, and probably takes the number of people well over 50.
The store looks great. I’m from a family of architects and designers, and I feel the building’s remodeling has a nice 2007/2008 feel, with some French/German modern glass-and-steel aesthetic thrown in. Being directly opposite the Telstra T-Life store is a masterstroke for design, town planning, marketing and sale potential.
The TV crews are there, just cooling their heels inbetween breakfast TV live crosses, and small magazine-style pieces about the type of geek who would camp out for a t-shirt and the chance to perhaps see Mr. Jobs who is rumoured to appear. Yes, it’s most surely just a rumour right now. If he steps off his jet this morning and appears at the ExecuJet terminal, I’ll try to let you know.
I chatted to a a few people while I sarcastically wore my ten-year-old Rhapsody Developer t-shirt: everyone was in great spirits, including the security staff.
Pic of you posing in Rhapsody t-shirt at the store, please!
No such photos exist, fumpT: thankfully.
Well it’s got to see the “me too” factor is running high in the “correct” hemisphere. Perhaps we can roll-in a few queue-jump rage stabbings to show the inferior Northerners how it should be done!
M0les.