My adoptive mother was 40 years older than me, and I always remember her as “old”, and even the parents of my school friends, though less mature, seemed to be both out of touch in their attitudes and physically haggard.
Now of course I’m viewing life through the other end of the telescope, yet it seems to me that my generation are very different. People who I might once have written off with that terrible label “middle-aged” are still very active, healthier and seemingly better looking.
I’m not so pretentious as to claim to be still “down with the kids”, and I’m pleased that I haven’t a clue about We Are Scientists, the band that my youngest daughter is seeing tomorrow. I have my own musical tastes and preferences, but I know that if I was prepared to put the time aside to listen to more of her music I would still “get it”. Rock and roll might have differentiated us from our parents, but no longer. Jagger, McCartney, Dylan and Mitchell are grandparents now, but deities in the pantheon of rock.
One of our friends had a significant birthday earlier this year, and whilst I offered to do a formal portrait shoot for her she was having none of it! Unfairly then I ambushed her this evening on a girls night out with my wife. Four women of a certain age and all looking great. How is that possible? Better lifestyles, better health, better cosmetics or just a different attitude, a refusal to be old before their time? I think the latter, but whatever the reason I’m glad to be able to have the opportunity to photograph their beauty.
Thanks E – not just for the portrait, but in deciding on a title for this blog for reminding me about Al Stewart! x