Taste literally dictates the techniques of our bodies. It is a social orientation that shows us our place in the world. What we love, what we hate, what “works” for us, it is inventively a combo of where we’ve come from, and where we think we’re going. Taste is not an object, but a process: a series of framings and refinements which lead one’s particular image of perfection. And because everything is, to some degree, subsumed by fashion, even our images of perfection are up for grabs, changing constantly, mutating from one hotness to another. Quality might be said to be the end product of the process of taste: the essence that’s left after the acid test: the nectar of resolution that becomes exemplary.