It’s always been a mystery to me where our taste comes from. Like, why am I so obsessed with earth tones? Or wide-legged pants? Or cityscapes?
The best I can figure is that it is some form of imprinting. Like the baby geese that will forever follow the first thing they set their eyes on (usually their mother), I keep repeating the colors and shapes I first saw my mother wear. This would explain why I like burnt orange so much. And also my love for late 70′s silhouettes.
The more I think about it, the more I think my taste for all sorts of things comes from my mother. Her fascination with archeology and layers. Her love of drawing and japanese prints.
I guess my hope is that I can bring a little something of my own to the vision I got from her. That I can take it in a new direction, but one she will still recognize.
Where does your taste come from? Do you share it with your family?