Back in the 40s and 50s, old was the bane of all evil.
Now, we love old stuff. Old Victorian houses are Pricey, man. Antique stores crawling with people.
The key to making/keeping our world a nice place to live in is balance. Old and new need to coexist on our streets. Nature is full of old, new, dead, alive. Dead trees can be more beautiful and useful than live ones. Without death there would be no dirt to support new life.
I love garden metaphors.
Look at this repurposed old warehouse.