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Old habits die hard: when I was a teen I was preoccupied with oil crayon drawing images of my two sartorial idols, Grace Jones and David Bowie. I lost the bulk of my teen output in a fire… Fast forward decades later, the pastels have been replaced with mouse / cursor / AI and a ton of art direction. It’s still Bowie, and Ms. Jones (and all her legacy iterations: Ajak Deng, Grace Bol, et ...
Having a generative AI tool breeds all kinds of mischief, there is no limit to the chimeras made manifest. This is how I found myself imagining the mighty Joan Crawford paired with the might Rei Kawakubo. Of course, Midjourney can’t be counted on to give you what you exactly want, but if you allow for dialogue with the AI, a curious and rewarding space opens up. And this is how we find ...
Obviously the battle lines had been pre-fabricated. Imagine Joan’s fury if she ever discovered she was dating Altman in her present incarnation (as me). As it turned out, it was a mistake: I had confused Robert Altman for Robert Aldrich. It didn’t matter: before long I was sans boyfriend: passed over for an existence that featured wife, condo and a grey mini-van. I was much consoled when a ...