I live in LA. The city of the new, the shiny and the detailed (or young, hip and botoxed, depending if you are talking inanimate or animate). Here, older is suspect.
But time ages stuff. Grinds it relentlessly. Some things age well. Others poorly.
Most high-tech stuff, TVs, computers, iphones, doesn’t age well, mainly because it breaks or is obsolete before it really becomes an issue.
Think of something that does age well. Say a wooden axe handle. Use enhances it. The oil, sweat and friction of a hand sliding on wood ten thousand times enriches it. The Japanese have a name for that — wabi sabi. The word contains a sacred quality. It is the beauty of the humble and worn. Wear creates the patina of life. What life is doing to everything everywhere all the time. We can fight it. We can buy new stuff relentlessly. A consumer society doesn’t tend to produce stuff that ages well. By definition. Its motto is dump and replace.
Or we can embrace patina. Find beauty in it.
What a wildly different relationship we would have to our stuff and how different our economy would function if the beautiful wear and texture of time were valued rather than abhorred.