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We talk about having good taste as though it were something you’re simply born with.
A mysterious quality that some people possess and others don’t.
But look closely and you’ll notice something else.
It comes from looking. From noticing. From being curious. From trying things. From getting things wrong. From seeing what works — and, perhaps more importantly, understanding why.
A trained eye is a wonderful thing.
In interiors, fashion, food, art, architecture, photography.
And beauty.
You begin to notice proportion. Colour. Texture. Balance. Light.
You start to recognise what belongs together and what doesn’t.
You see the difference between something that is simply beautiful and something that feels completely right.
That is the interesting part.
Because good taste doesn’t necessarily mean choosing the most expensive thing, the most fashionable thing or even the most conventionally beautiful thing.
It means having an eye.
Look at the way young people dress now.
There is a freedom to it.
Vintage with designer.
Something borrowed with something completely unexpected.
Old with new.
Polished with relaxed.
Beauty that can be beautifully considered one day and deliberately undone the next.
There seems to be far less concern about whether everyone else approves.
And perhaps that’s the interesting part.
They have a point of view.
Not necessarily a better one.
Just their own.
There is something refreshing about that.
Personal style has always been an expression of individuality, but perhaps we’re seeing a particularly confident version of it now.
The rules are less interesting than the person making the choice.
And that can be rather liberating.
Good taste doesn’t have to mean tasteful.
That’s where things get interesting.
Sometimes the most memorable choices are the ones that make you look twice.
A colour combination you wouldn’t have thought of.
A beautiful old chair in a very modern room.
A lipstick that changes the whole face.
A dress worn in a completely unexpected way.
A room with one slightly eccentric piece that somehow makes everything else work.
These choices aren’t necessarily random.
Often, they’re made by someone who has developed an eye.
Someone who understands balance but isn’t afraid to disrupt it.
Someone who can recognise beauty without needing everything to match.
Taste isn’t about following a formula.
It is about developing an eye.
Recognising what catches your attention.
Sensing what feels harmonious.
Understanding when something needs a little more.
And, occasionally, appreciating when it needs considerably less.
We often talk about experience as though it is simply the number of years we’ve accumulated.
But experience can give us something much more valuable.
Perspective.
The more we see, the more we notice.
A person who has spent years around beautiful interiors will see details that others might overlook.
A chef develops an instinct for balance.
A florist sees colour relationships.
An architect sees proportion.
A photographer sees light.
A beauty professional sees the relationship between skin, colour, texture and light.
The eye becomes educated.
Not through a textbook, necessarily.
Through paying attention.
And this is one of the pleasures of getting older.
You have seen a few things.
You’ve tried a few things.
You’ve made a few questionable choices along the way.
We’ve all been there.
But somewhere amongst it all, you develop an eye.
You become more discerning.
You start choosing with intention.
And you become less interested in what something is supposed to be and more interested in whether it feels right to you.
The wonderful thing about taste is that it keeps evolving.
What you loved at twenty may leave you cold at forty.
Something you once thought was too much suddenly looks exactly right.
You discover a colour.
A shape.
A texture.
A way of wearing your makeup.
And suddenly you wonder how you ever lived without it.
This is where experience becomes rather useful.
You have a reference point.
You’ve seen what you like.
You’ve seen what you don’t.
You’ve discovered the things you return to again and again.
And you’ve probably discovered a few things you thought you’d never wear, only to find yourself wearing them years later.
Taste is allowed to change.
In fact, it should.
A point of view doesn’t have to remain fixed.
It can become more refined.
More playful.
More adventurous.
Or simply more you.
Perhaps this is where beauty becomes particularly interesting.
Because makeup is not simply about applying products.
It is colour, texture, proportion, light and finish.
It is appreciating what a little bronzer can do.
What the right blush can bring to a face.
How a particular lip colour changes everything.
How beautiful skin can make the simplest makeup feel incredibly sophisticated.
The products matter.
But the eye using them matters too.
Two women can have exactly the same products in front of them and create two completely different looks.
One might reach for a soft peach.
Another for a stronger colour.
One might want a luminous complexion.
Another might prefer something more defined.
Neither is more correct.
They simply have different eyes.
Different tastes.
Different ways of expressing themselves.
And that is what makes beauty interesting.
Just as we continue to become ourselves, our taste continues to develop.
We don’t need to arrive at some final destination where everything is decided.
We can change our minds.
Try something unexpected.
Return to something we loved years ago.
Discover that the colour we once avoided is suddenly our favourite.
Wear more makeup one day and almost none the next.
We can become more discerning without becoming predictable.
More confident without becoming rigid.
More experienced without losing curiosity.
Perhaps that is the real pleasure of developing taste.
You become better at choosing, while remaining open to surprise.
The most interesting beauty isn’t necessarily the one everyone agrees on.
It’s the one that makes you look twice.
The woman who has found her colours.
The woman who knows how to balance simplicity with something unexpected.
The woman who can wear a strong lip without letting it wear her.
The woman who understands that beautiful skin, good colour and a little confidence can be more powerful than a complicated routine.
The woman who doesn’t need someone else to tell her whether the choice is right.
She has developed her own eye.
And you can see it.
Not because she has followed every rule.
Because she has a point of view.
And perhaps that’s what taste really gives us.
The freedom to choose.
The confidence to experiment.
The pleasure of discovering what feels beautiful to us.
Beauty has a point of view.
What’s yours?
