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Digicore Patchwork
Torn between the relics of yesteryear and the call to create something new, I find myself inspired by the power of subtle statements, the quiet defiance of indelible ink on worn canvas.
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a center front view portrait, 2012, photograph of a beautiful puerto rican Female model wearing streetwear, a black oversized supreme hoodie with red and white irrevocable text and graphic prints, a ripped denim miniskirt, black high top sneakers, white blue hair, red lipstick, walking down Manhattan in the 2000s, highly detailed. lowres, cropped, jpeg artifacts, bad anatomy, text error, worst quality, amateur, multiple, gross, weird uneven, disfigured, kitsch, ugly, oversaturated, grain, low-res, Deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, extra limb, ugly, poorly drawn limbs, missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body, ugly, disgusting, poorly drawn, childish, mutilated, mangled, old, surreal, ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft
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Src: Claude
Through the gritty streets of Brooklyn, across the park, forward towards Graham. Her steel-toed boots clicked on the pavement.
She was on a mission.
Decentralized manufacturing in New York City. In hidden workshops beneath the city, fabrics shimmered with arcane beauty, woven from ether and moonbeams. Each item bestows uncanny gifts upon the wearer - invisibility, flight, protection from blades and spells. Where once was just brick and concrete, now swirled portals to other realms, viewable only by those initiated into the fold. Each cloak and tunic was a spell, waiting to be unleashed.
log: 0012
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