It is my belief that there is an extremely distinct difference between fashion, style and taste. Now one may think these are all identical, and for that belief, I do not blame you. They are all synonyms for one another, are they not? The capitalist bias of the human mind may try to pluck them apart like cherries atop a cherry tree. But still, alas, see them as the same. Side note, why do cherries grow on trees? It seems so peculiar, no? I could see cherries being things that crystallize out of a flower, like a strawberry. Why a tree? I mean, a bush would be more suitable than a tree. A bush is convenient, and far more agricultural. Plus, the demand for cherries is beyond measure, mostly from teen girls who started smoking cigarettes way too young and prefer to solely wear black bathing suits. Cherry flavored everything, cherry colored everything. The wonderful cherry scented mists they seem to gobble up like children with their christmas candy. 

I apologize for my rambling. 

Take the scent, flavor, color of cherries. I love it, however it is not a part of my personality. I would not feel comfortable wearing a cherry scented perfume. I would not feel happy with the crimson dye of red clothing touching my skin. That does not mean I can’t still appreciate it. With pleasure, I admire the way it falls as a dress on skin that is not mine, the way that it looks on others mouths, circulating their lips to match the red garments they wear. 

That is the taste portion of this. Taste is something that I can appreciate, something that would never find itself on my doorstep, but I can still understand why it arrives neatly packaged on others. 

Take blueberries, however. I love every part of a blueberry, the taste, the smell, the color. I like the way that it looks on me, it feels so fresh, it feels clean. I like to admire the way it complements my skin tone. Whether I like it or not, blueberries are something I may not be able to live without. That is my style, my personal preferences. What shoes I like to wear. What hairstyles I like to scratch, pull and mold out of my brunette mane. Now that I think about it, doing one’s hair is a bit like paper mache. In fact fixing yourself up is almost identical to placing little portions of milky wet paper to another, over and over until you have something socially acceptable, or at least one the art critics wont drastically tear apart like a toddler throwing a tantrum over spilled honey. 

Fashion. Fashion is the sole number one best form of human art. For that is because it embodies all art, architecture, traditional creativity, lights, stage acting, makeup, editorial photography. Fashion is art itself. Fashion is Tom Fords glass dress. Fashion is high class, it is telling a story through your choices of drapes and colors. Those who can not understand fashion are painful to me, they are most likely business majors, and probably get all of their camping gear from Cabelas. I try to stay away from these people.