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Mick Jagger Celebrates His 82nd Birthday with Full Swag
Oh, Mick Jagger. In the advanced age of 82 the man is aging like fine wine if it weren’t for the fine wine getting knocked up, spilled on the silk dress shirt, served with scorpion-tongued sneer that loudly says, “Still got it, kids.” While the rest of us are his age brawling over bingo cards or navigating complex TV remotes, Mick is allegedly moonwalking around the clock right past the law of nature. And as Jagger is not one to fête modestly himself, he fêted one more time around the sun with one more party the rest of us couldn’t match at the age of 22 much less 82.
The Location? Trendier Than Your Instagram Feed
The event was happening at The Rex Rooms club, so exclusive it might not take your DMs. And Jason Momoa is one of the joint owners. OF COURSE. Doesn’t Jason Momoa joint own or just get cooler just for being alive? The club came with its own tribal tattoos and hair flip with it flowing.
The invitation list was painstakingly engineered to reach all the right demographs. Ronnie Wood arrived looking as though he didn’t know whether to strive for “rock legend” or “off-duty butterfly aficionado” as he wore the butterfly T-shirt and pink “Happy Birthday” gift bag. Yep, pink gift bag. Because when you’re Ronnie Wood, iffey biffey accoutrements are de rigor rock ‘n’ roll attitude. And then there were Sacha Baron Cohen and Jimmy Carr flitting about presumably between rude toasts and rude one-liners all night. Oh, and Mick’s exes were there—in their designer frocks and nasty power to turn awkward family get-togethers into red carpet affairs.
Mick Shagger, 82, at That Age, He Can Still Get Satisfaction
And then there’s Mick Shagger himself. Picture this: your grandpa strolls into brunch, rocking a leopard-print jacket that screams, “I’m the coolest cat in this joint.” Only, the jacket’s just a prop. The real statement? That white silk shirt unbuttoned down to nostalgia, paired with black pants clinging to relevance. It’s all so gloriously absurd that you almost forget he’s 82. Almost.
Strutting alongside him is his fiancée (yes, you read that right)—Melanie Hamrick, a mere 38 years his junior. She’s shimmering in a diamond-studded mini dress so blinged out, it probably cost more than a down payment on a Bondi Beach studio. Oh, and she’s a former ballerina, ensuring at least someone in this pair knows how to gracefully enter a room without looking like a scrunched-up emoji.
And the pièce de résistance? They’re parents to an 8-year-old. Yes, the man who couldn’t get “Satisfaction” in the ’60s is now setting 6 a.m. alarms for school runs. Somewhere out there, the script for a Viagra endorsement ad is practically writing itself. If Mick doesn’t already own stock in the little blue pill, it’s a missed opportunity. Comedy gold, really!
The Jagger Dynasty Emerges onto the Scene
Now back to Mick’s kids, his daughter Georgia May Jagger arrived last night looking as if she just walked off one of Milan’s runways in a figure-hugging black dress with side slit. When you know you got the look just right, the venue lighting seems to flatter your facial shape. That’s when you know you look good. Her boyfriend Cambryan Sedlick kept the chill-as-a-Californian-surfer-type thing going so not all the party denizens wore haute couture. With as much style as the Jagger family now carries around with them, they now have enough to establish the family-run fashion house. Get someone to take some notes, pronto.
Jerry Hall, Mick’s ex and remains ridiculously gorgeous, hovered about in black silk as if she’d been declared Patron Saint of Cool Divorced Women. Her demeanor? “I got lies about Mick but you don’t get to hear about them unless you’re fooled about with a Moët.”
Oasis Crashes the Party, Why Not?
Just to ensure the night would HAVE to have its air about it being chaos the Gallagher youngsters (yes, the Oasis boys) were to throw their own afterparty there. Noel and Liam Gallagher were MIA as they were understandably. Heaven forbid the two get back together as anything less than when they’re to look back on brawls of years past in grizzled press interviews. Their boys Gene and Lennon walked in instead wearing the Oasis family starter outfit of yellow sweatshirt, denim jacket, and indoor shades. If you’re to know the secret to why indoor shades contribute to party atmos the response is they don’t—but don’t tell a Gallagher.
Mick Jagger as the Eternal Style Icon
The thing about Mick Jagger is that he does not throw such parties for the lark. He does it to remind the universe (and the rest of us common humans) that aging is one part of life that can quite literally be rewritten if you are wrapped in silk and swagger is incorporated into your genetic code. How does one of his years get spotted jacket cool as comfortable everyday attire when I am somehow able to look frumpy with the act of putting on jeans? What kind of deal does one have to negotiate with the Style Demigods and where does the rest of us get on the list?
It’s strange, though. For all the posturing about partys, silk shirts, and youthful-fiancées-perky-enough-to-correctly-reference-“her people”-as-in-the-gen-z-maniere-de-parler, Mick manages to pull it all off with this air of not-heaving-a-whole-lot-on-his-shoulders. That’s where his charm lies, it turns out. The whole “I wandered into the room and now all the nippers believe I am the coolest cat-in-the-room”-bit gets tiring to attempt to replicate, trust me,
What’s Next for Mick?
Nose III is already plotting his 83rd birthday party. Bolder sizes on the jacket? Organizer on the parachute pants? Jason Momoa guest appearance on the ukes? Who knows? Guarantees one thing: Mick Jagger will always be the testament to the indestructibility of style, charisma aging like the finest Bordeaux, and death just the recommendation he’s graciously disobeyed.
