Fractured fashion. Glamour in pieces.
A 17-iteration series. Generated, manipulated, distorted.
I wanted to see what the algorithm does with the fashion fantasy. Cold elegance, scalpel-sharp. Faces frozen, smooth, overlit, dislocated.
Everything’s fake. And yet—they stare back at me.
Everything’s fake. And yet—they stare back at me.
A subtle nod to Avedon, then glitched through p5.js.
Each “Lady” stands upright in controlled graphic chaos.
Everything’s fake. And yet—they stare back at me.
