It is almost scary how easy it is to have AI plop your image into a famous masterpiece. When the Internet was young and I was younger, I took great pleasure in crudely manipulating masterpieces and putting my face on them. It would usually take me an hour or two but it was fun. Now the hardest part is to think of new ways for ChatGPT to make me look regal and important. And it is always so gracious about telling me things like, "It reads like someone who's worn a few different kinds of armor over the years and finally figured out which ones were worth keeping."
I enjoy it, at least now while it is still kind of a novelty, because I can become different things without wearing makeup or costumes and looking like a total fool.
When I was a senior in high school I did this project for Advanced Humanities. I think it was about Cyrano de Bergerac or Victor Hugo. I forget. But I created this cheesy costume that was supposed to be from that era. I cobbled it together with things I had but purchased a few things like a sword and vintage clothes that I doctored to look like a musketeer. I turned old rubber boots into the high boots they wore in that time. And I rented a hat with a plume from a costume shop. Then I paraded it in front of the class and immediately regretted my decision. I was jeered and teased unmercilessly. What did I expect? It was high school. From then on, anytime I put on a costume and went out in public I felt like a fool. But having AI recreate me helps heal that old wound and let me indulge my fantasies of recreating myself.
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