I have a soft spot for art that, in terms of subject matter and material, is in bad taste.

When I criticize Joseph Beuys or Francis Bacon, nobody calls those opinions anti-male. Putting female artists or their subject matter off-limits is itself sexist and limiting.

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

A woman is subject matter enough.

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

There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.