McCartney’s in a tailored indigo button-down and a pair of skinny jeans that he wears with more panache than a 71-year-old man has any right to. His physique is long and trim, the result of decades of vegetarianism and a regimen of yoga and strength training he adheres to even on tour, doing handstands in hotel gyms with his security dudes posted near by keeping oglers at bay. His hair, dyed a rich auburn, fans jauntily across his collar, his age squaring neither with his appearance nor with the spry, impish pleasure he still clearly derives from the fact that he is Paul Motherfucking McCartney.
Rolling Stone (The most accurate way to describe Paul McCartney ever)