22 days ago
Ultra-detailed cinematic concept art of a light-skinned Moroccan man in his late 20s, no beard, clean-shaven face with a medium taper fade and short buzz cut on top, sitting powerfully on a brutalist throne. His eyes are locked onto the viewer — serious, proud, full of rage and painful wisdom. His expression speaks of a man who’s seen war, betrayal, and loss — but wears it like armor. He looks like the last survivor turned king.
The throne is not traditional — it’s forged from broken concrete blocks, rusted rebar sticking out at odd angles, scorched books, shattered satellite dishes, and melted tech — like a symbolic fusion of lost knowledge, rebellion, and destruction. Cracks run through the base of the throne like veins.
His outfit is modern Moroccan warrior-royalty:
A long charcoal black trench coat stitched from ballistic, military-grade fabric, detailed with faded gold embroidery in Moroccan zellige patterns, especially around the cuffs and edges.
Under the coat, a worn cracked bulletproof vest, like a king forged through survival, not wealth.
His pants are matte black with metal strap accents, hinting at urban armor — tactical but stylish.
He wears heavy leather combat boots, dusty, scratched, but solid.
A torn deep red cloth cloak is draped over one shoulder — like a fallen flag turned cape.
A bent metallic star medal is pinned to his chest — a symbol of earned legacy, not luxury.
Multiple steel rings adorn his fingers, chipped and rugged.
No jewelry for vanity — only relics of survival.
On his head sits a fractured, irregular gold-and-iron crown, forged from ruin. It’s not ornate — it’s sharp, dented, powerful — like it was pulled from fire and worn as a symbol of defiance. It looks heavy. Like a burden as much as a symbol.
Background scene:
The setting is an apocalyptic Moroccan city — think Casablanca in ruins. Twisted metal, broken domes, collapsed walls, burned-out satellite dishes, destroyed high-rise shadows loom in the back. From one cracked building wall, a torn Moroccan national flag (red with green star, but faded, burned, symbolic) hangs, partially caught in the wind.
The sky is heavy with clouds, layered with dark greys, deep purples, storm blue. In the distance, soft golden-orange light breaks through the clouds like destiny peeking through devastation. Ash drifts slowly in the foreground, adding depth and drama.
Typography:
Album title “Trône sur les Ruines” written in large metallic gold serif font, slightly cracked and weathered — either in top left or bottom right. Minimalist, regal, worn. Optional: slight motion blur or embossing.
Color palette:
Ash grey
Coal black
Moroccan red
Bronze gold
Storm blue
Burnt orange
Dusty beige for background tones
Mood:
A poetic portrait of royalty earned through pain, not privilege.
A man who didn’t inherit a throne — he built it from the ruins of everything he lost.
Power meets solitude. Cinematic and violent, yet beautiful.
Style:
Ultra-realistic, high-contrast lighting, dramatic shadows, lens flare from distant storm light. Poster-quality. Inspired by:
Yeezus
The Blueprint
LiveLoveA$AP
French war photography
Concept art from modern war-dystopian films
