This is my experimental corner for generative AI.
No KPIs. No strategy. No client to impress.
A digital attic full of weird storytelling, little one-offs, and ideas that didn’t ask to be useful.
The kind of stuff that doesn’t belong in a deck, but still needed to exist.
All stitched together with some old-school human craft and a blur of prompts, tweaks, and late-night rerolls.
Because not everything made with AI has to feel like it was.
New things appear semi-regularly. No promises.
Fleeting Faces
High fashion. Mild decay. Portraits that can’t decide if they’re alive or dead, so they just keep looping.
House of Fungi
The old boundaries between self and style are crumbling. In the age of House of Fungi, you don’t wear the fashion. The fashion wears you.
