Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Wilde's barb cuts deeper than mere fashion criticism—he's exposing how we mistake *necessity* for *taste*, treating obsolescence as if it were aesthetic principle. Most people assume fashion changes because designers discover beauty; Wilde suggests we change it precisely because we cannot bear the plainness we've grown accustomed to, that what we call style is really just elaborate distraction. When you watch someone discard a perfectly serviceable coat because "it's not in anymore," you're witnessing exactly this mechanism: not the pursuit of loveliness, but flight from monotony masquerading as sophistication. The joke is that fashion works *because* it's unsustainable, because we're fundamentally restless creatures who'd rather chase novelty than admit we're bored.
“Chase the vision, not the money; the money will end up following you.”
Tony Hsieh“It's not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.”
Seneca“Money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.”
Ayn Rand“Too many people spend money they haven't earned to buy things they don't want to impress people they...”
Will Rogers