"[i]n every culture, age, like any other important category, is organized
hierarchically. In the West youth is the valued term, the point of reference for defining who is old." (Kathleen Woodward)
The invisibility of older generations is a veritable issue, and yet old age is a gift. In light of the progressive ageing of the worldwide population, I want to celebrate the golden years; particularly in the youth-obsessed world of fashion, I wish to demonstrate that when it comes to style, older might well be wiser...
"I don’t think I’m gonna die tomorrow or even two weeks from now, or even ever. I just don’t know — who the hell knows what’s gonna happen to them? Nobody! Isn’t that comforting? Nobody has a clue. I like that we don’t know. And I like that it’s somebody else’s decision, not mine."
Hidropark, in Kiev, sits upon two islands in the centre of the Ukranian capital. Photographer Freya Najade discovered the entertainment complex shortly before it was to be regenerated, making her photostory a poignant historical document of a Ukraine of the past. These were some of my favourite shots of the golden aged holidaymakers.
A few minutes of the captivating Thomas Bennett caught on film by Nathan Honnold. Thomas is a war veteran with a penchant for badges and Krispy Kremes. He also sets a very high standard for golden aged style.
If at eighty you’re not a cripple or an invalid, if you have your health, if you still enjoy a good walk, a good meal (with all the trimmings), if you can sleep without first taking a pill, if birds and flowers, mountains and sea still inspire you, you are a most fortunate individual and you should get down on your knees morning and night and thank the good Lord for his savin’ and keepin’ power. If you are young in years but already weary in spirit, already on the way to becoming an automaton, it may do you good to say to your boss — under your breath, of course — “Fuck you, Jack! You don’t own me!” … If you can fall in love again and again, if you can forgive your parents for the crime of bringing you into the world, if you are content to get nowhere, just take each day as it comes, if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical, man you’ve got it half licked.
—Henry Miller, an extract from ‘On Turning Eighty’