un peu, beaucoup, à la folie

un peu, beaucoup, à la folie

• Model: ChatGPT 2 (Pro)

• Size: 2224 X 1664 (3.70 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Hyper-detailed photorealistic night still, camera directly overhead looking straight down, deep focus, razor-sharp micro-detail in every paper fibre, strand of hair, thread and grain of wood. The scene fills the sheet edge to edge, only its outer border ripped into jagged torn edges with loose white fibres, laid on black. On dark worn attic floorboards, fine silver strands of cut hair drift loose across the planks like threads. Around her, about a dozen old photographs with deckled white edges, of uneven sizes, lie in a loose irregular ring, some overlapping, some askew, corners curling up. About half lie face down, their yellowed backs marked with faint illegible pencil scribbles, dates and an old studio stamp. The others lie face up: faded old photographs, washed-out colour, all the same idealised portrait repeated, her as a pale ethereal maiden with long flowing silver white hair, faint rainbow streaks, a crown of white flowers, flawless. One gap in the ring where a print is missing. At the centre of the ring she sits cross-legged, compact, shoulders curved over her lap, a small round shape of copper and black. A slender grown woman of about thirty, the first faint laugh lines at the corners of her eyes, soft oval face, gentle rounded features, soft jawline, very bright pale sapphire blue eyes with a darker ring around the iris, bright glass lit from within, a catchlight in each, pale porcelain skin, freckles across nose, cheeks and shoulders, skin with real texture. Head bowed, eyes lowered to the torn photograph in her hands, the blue catching the light under her lashes. Her hair is hacked to a ragged jaw-length crop, plain natural copper, a few short new hairs growing from her scalp above her left ear in fresh vivid rainbow. Mascara dried in faint grey streaks, lipstick worn away, lips softly parted, face unguarded, tired, honest, the smallest beginning of a smile. Washed-out black velvet off-the-shoulder top slipped low across her chest, a soft feminine curve and shadowed cleavage at the neckline, the velvet worn thin in patches, raw edges unravelling, black velvet ribbon choker with a small antique cameo, sheer black tights with pulled snags and a small hole at one knee. In her lap, in both hands, she holds the missing print: the last photograph, torn halfway through. Light. One unshaded bulb just above the camera pours a warm golden circle exactly over her, setting her copper hair and freckled skin glowing gold, warm dust motes drifting in the light. The pale prints fall away into cold blue moonlight and shadow toward the edges of the floor. Intricate, precious, fragile, raw and honest, by eryn
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape