He had his choice, and he liked the worst.

But I have bad taste with a deep fount of intellectuality.

I don't think I've got bad taste. I've got no taste.

If your choice enters into it, then taste is involved - bad taste, good taste, uninteresting taste. Taste is the enemy of art, A-R-T.

There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.