"low taste" is a correct and usable phrase in written English.
It is used to describe something that is of poor quality or has a lack of good aesthetic appeal. For example, "The apartment had a low taste in decoration, with the walls covered in ugly wallpaper."
"New Jersey has been treated as a place of low taste and lack of sophistication," said Dr. Mappen.
In the 1950's, the senior statesmen of publishing fretted that the paperback revolution would mean the further spread of low taste.
Last spring, government supervisors even instructed the TV producers of "Happy Boys Voice," a Chinese version of "American Idol," to eliminate "weirdness, vulgarity and low taste".
A glance at the current television schedule might give a viewer whiplash without even flipping channels, as the major networks veer to wild extremes of high and low taste.
There seems to be some contempt here, about those who purchase objects of such "low taste", which I find troubling – there's only disdain in this work, not the surreal, disturbing or sublime that marks the work of those American forbears who created art with the banal products of popular culture: Jeff Koons, Haim Steinbach and Mike Kelley.
This illustrates that, ceteris paribus, a pass grade is more likely ifcomplementarity in production, student ability or school quality are high or if thestudent has a low taste for leisure.9 For a given level of schoolquality we have three groups of students: bad fails; marginal fails (students whofailed but were close to choosing to pass) and passes.
He goes forward and back, working hard at his self-portrait of a piggish layabout with snob affectations and low tastes.
Sometimes in Washington he attended burlesque shows and was said to have remarked, "I thank God I am a man of low tastes".
It's like that congenital flaw is part and parcel of our arrogance, boorishness, Big Macs, loudness, low tastes, disdain for noble multilateralism and general deficit of civilization.
I spent Christmas in Connecticut, at my dad's house, where I was suddenly seized by the notion that no foreign despot should be able to stop me indulging my low tastes.
It's all very funny, and as usual with Mr. Shaw, a sly, sardonic take on the mythologies of American art and high-low taste (Kimmelman).
