It's summer time prompts

4 months ago

{ "subject": { "gender": "female", "pose": "back facing the camera, one hand behind holding a handbag", "clothing": { "type": "sundress", "color": "off-white", "style": "spaghetti strap, low-back" }, "accessories": { "hat": { "type": "bucket hat", "color": "cream", "brand": "Jacquemus" }, "bag": { "type": "shoulder bag", "color": "glossy red", "brand": "Jacquemus", "position": "held behind back" } }, "hair": { "length": "medium", "color": "dark brown", "style": "loose, straight" }, "skin": { "tone": "medium tan", "highlights": "sunlit with golden reflections" } }, "camera": { "angle": "eye-level, rear view", "lens": "standard lens", "aperture": "f/4", "shutter_speed": "1/1000s", "iso": 100, "brand": "Canon", "model": "EOS 5D Mark IV" }, "lighting": { "type": "natural sunlight", "direction": "from above, slight front-right", "quality": "hard light with defined shadows", "time_of_day": "midday" }, "aesthetic": { "theme": "summer minimalism", "color_palette": ["sky blue", "cream", "deep red"], "mood": "elegant, sun-drenched, stylish", "vibe": "luxury beachwear campaign" }, "environment": { "background": "clear blue sky", "location": "outdoor, possibly beach or open coastal area" }, "branding": { "visible_logos": ["Jacquemus on hat", "Jacquemus on handbag"], "style": "clean product focus" } }

5 months ago

A woman lies back on the plush cushion of her modern apartment's couch, exuding an air of relaxed contentment. Her loose summer dress seems to be the epitome of laid-back elegance, its flowing fabric billowing out around her like a cloud. Her long messy auburn hair cascades down her back like a tumble of autumn leaves, its rich color seeming to glow in the soft light that fills the room. As she lies back on the couch, her legs stretch out before her like two relaxed pillars, their smooth skin seeming to glow with a healthy radiance. Her black leather ankle boots add a touch of edgy sophistication to an otherwise bohemian look, like a splash of dark paint that adds depth and contrast to the overall picture. Her hands are thrown back behind her head, as if she's just surrendered herself to the joy of relaxation. A light dusting of makeup seems to enhance rather than obscure her natural beauty, like a delicate brushstroke that adds nuance and character to an already stunning face. The modern apartment around her is sleek and sophisticated, its hardwood floors gleaming like polished mahogany in the soft light. Every aspect of this moment seems to be suspended in time, frozen forever as she basks in the relaxed comfort of her own private sanctuary.

3 months ago

In the summer. Two adult friends, wearing summer clothes, from Brazil, at the airport. They're waiting for their flight, killing time playing on their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcases. They look at you and are amused by your physical reaction. One looks directly at you with a knowing smile. Another takes a photo of your lower abdomen. Both with their legs open, revealing their underwear.

3 months ago

In the summer. Two adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

4 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

4 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

7 months ago

A highly detailed, photorealistic watercolor painting depicting a young white man and white woman evangelizing and reaching out to the broken-hearted, handing out bibles on the lively streets of Los Angeles, during Summer time. The scene exudes hope and courage, set in a soft, dreamy atmosphere. The color palette blends warm terracotta with cool teal, illuminated by a hazy, gentle light. The contrast between earthy tones and cool hues evokes a sense of compassion and strength in an urban landscape.

3 months ago

In the summer. Two adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

6 months ago

A terrified hot dog with a human-like face, eyes bulging and mouth agape in a silent, existential scream, slowly sizzling in the hot summer evening in despair. It stands alone on a distorted bridge above a churning abyss of dark, swirling colors. Shadowy, looming figures in the background represent looming dread. A cracked clock melts beside it, symbolizing time running out. The sky is warped into chaotic waves of crimson and orange, echoing a soul in turmoil. In the haunting style of Edvard Munch’s The Scream — surreal perspective, expressionist brushwork, twisted, nightmarish imagery. Crows fly overhead, and ghostly hands rise from below, reaching toward the as if to drag it down. The entire scene drips with symbolic fear, anxiety, and fleeting mortality.

4 months ago

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

2 months ago

Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

4 months ago

A temple inverted—its reflection is the real structure. Below: a mirror surface ripples with trapped ghosts reenacting seasonal tragedies—children lost in summer fields, monks starving in autumn caves, lovers frozen mid-embrace. Above ground: no building, only scaffolding and shadow. Crows fly upward into the earth. One quadrant of the sky glitches and stutters, showing the same scene 200 years ago. Surreal device: Inverse causality + time-looped ghosts Mood: poetic terror, tragic time distortion, heartbreaking grandeur

5 months ago

Midnight Sun In early June light never fades as I travel the long roads of childhood once more and his memory came to me. On a night like this not long ago a boy walked these grassy fields as I do now in search of forever. His brown hair grasped the fingers of the wind while playful eyes sought, across fields of green, the horizon where forever lived. Scents of summer caressed his senses, formed memories never to be taken for granted and his heart skipped a beat. Seeing nothing but beauty he did not know sadness as I do. Across fields up onto a tree crowned hill I walk to stand where my dreams were born for the first time. Now when the high hill he conquered forever spread in front of him, glittering blue green like a liquid dream in the midnight sun. Not knowing words for beauty like this he smiled, knowing it was enough. My first love lived where I now stand on this hill until the boy became a man, never seeing the midnight sun again I could not smile. So now I stand here looking for what I never wanted to forget, the smile of a child for the sake of beauty itself from a time not long ago. The years full of knowledge gave me much but forever never changed, blue green as ever, as my heart skips a beat tears fall across lips shaped of joy.

4 months ago

Modern micro house ideally set in a small opening in a forest. Front of the house has large, floor to ceiling windows with modern black frames. Path leading to house set in large, asymmetrical pave stones. Summer time with lush forest greenery and golden hour lighting.

2 months ago

It's summer time. The plan of this house. Energy autonomous. Shading divices

2 months ago

It's summer time. The plan of the same house .Energy autonomous. Shading divices

7 months ago

A highly detailed, photorealistic watercolor painting depicting a young white man and white woman evangelizing and reaching out to the broken-hearted, handing out bibles on the lively streets of Los Angeles, during Summer time. The scene exudes hope and courage, set in a soft, dreamy atmosphere. The color palette blends warm terracotta with cool teal, illuminated by a hazy, gentle light. The contrast between earthy tones and cool hues evokes a sense of compassion and strength in an urban landscape.

2 months ago

It's summer time. Exactly the same house .Energy autonomous. Add a young couple sunbaithing. Vegetated roof and shading divices

2 months ago

{ "subject": { "gender": "female", "pose": "back facing the camera, one hand behind holding a handbag", "clothing": { "type": "sundress", "color": "off-white", "style": "spaghetti strap, low-back" }, "accessories": { "hat": { "type": "bucket hat", "color": "cream", "brand": "Jacquemus" }, "bag": { "type": "shoulder bag", "color": "glossy red", "brand": "Jacquemus", "position": "held behind back" } }, "hair": { "length": "medium", "color": "dark brown", "style": "loose, straight" }, "skin": { "tone": "medium tan", "highlights": "sunlit with golden reflections" } }, "camera": { "angle": "eye-level, rear view", "lens": "standard lens", "aperture": "f/4", "shutter_speed": "1/1000s", "iso": 100, "brand": "Canon", "model": "EOS 5D Mark IV" }, "lighting": { "type": "natural sunlight", "direction": "from above, slight front-right", "quality": "hard light with defined shadows", "time_of_day": "midday" }, "aesthetic": { "theme": "summer minimalism", "color_palette": ["sky blue", "cream", "deep red"], "mood": "elegant, sun-drenched, stylish", "vibe": "luxury beachwear campaign" }, "environment": { "background": "clear blue sky", "location": "outdoor, possibly beach or open coastal area" }, "branding": { "visible_logos": ["Jacquemus on hat", "Jacquemus on handbag"], "style": "clean product focus" } }

3 months ago

{ "subject": { "gender": "female", "pose": "back facing the camera, one hand behind holding a handbag", "clothing": { "type": "sundress", "color": "off-white", "style": "spaghetti strap, low-back" }, "accessories": { "hat": { "type": "bucket hat", "color": "cream", "brand": "Jacquemus" }, "bag": { "type": "shoulder bag", "color": "glossy red", "brand": "Jacquemus", "position": "held behind back" } }, "hair": { "length": "medium", "color": "dark brown", "style": "loose, straight" }, "skin": { "tone": "medium tan", "highlights": "sunlit with golden reflections" } }, "camera": { "angle": "eye-level, rear view", "lens": "standard lens", "aperture": "f/4", "shutter_speed": "1/1000s", "iso": 100, "brand": "Canon", "model": "EOS 5D Mark IV" }, "lighting": { "type": "natural sunlight", "direction": "from above, slight front-right", "quality": "hard light with defined shadows", "time_of_day": "midday" }, "aesthetic": { "theme": "summer minimalism", "color_palette": ["sky blue", "cream", "deep red"], "mood": "elegant, sun-drenched, stylish", "vibe": "luxury beachwear campaign" }, "environment": { "background": "clear blue sky", "location": "outdoor, possibly beach or open coastal area" }, "branding": { "visible_logos": ["Jacquemus on hat", "Jacquemus on handbag"], "style": "clean product focus" } }

2 months ago

{ "subject": { "gender": "female", "pose": "back facing the camera, one hand behind holding a handbag", "clothing": { "type": "sundress", "color": "off-white", "style": "spaghetti strap, low-back" }, "accessories": { "hat": { "type": "bucket hat", "color": "cream", "brand": "Jacquemus" }, "bag": { "type": "shoulder bag", "color": "glossy red", "brand": "Jacquemus", "position": "held behind back" } }, "hair": { "length": "medium", "color": "dark brown", "style": "loose, straight" }, "skin": { "tone": "medium tan", "highlights": "sunlit with golden reflections" } }, "camera": { "angle": "eye-level, rear view", "lens": "standard lens", "aperture": "f/4", "shutter_speed": "1/1000s", "iso": 100, "brand": "Canon", "model": "EOS 5D Mark IV" }, "lighting": { "type": "natural sunlight", "direction": "from above, slight front-right", "quality": "hard light with defined shadows", "time_of_day": "midday" }, "aesthetic": { "theme": "summer minimalism", "color_palette": ["sky blue", "cream", "deep red"], "mood": "elegant, sun-drenched, stylish", "vibe": "luxury beachwear campaign" }, "environment": { "background": "clear blue sky", "location": "outdoor, possibly beach or open coastal area" }, "branding": { "visible_logos": ["Jacquemus on hat", "Jacquemus on handbag"], "style": "clean product focus" } }

4 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.