Don’t let it bring you down

It start­ed, as these things often do, with a rea­son­able amount of pri­or expe­ri­ence and a com­plete­ly unrea­son­able amount of opti­mism. Years of Pho­to­shop. A job at a web agency where AI had recent­ly gone from back­ground noise to the only top­ic any­one want­ed to dis­cuss. A gen­er­al inter­est in mak­ing things look good. On paper, AI image gen­er­a­tion was an obvi­ous next step. In prac­tice, it was more like a next step into a room where the floor plan keeps chang­ing.

First came the plat­form prob­lem. There are, it turns out, quite a few of them, each with its own mod­els, its own pric­ing, its own par­tic­u­lar way of not quite doing what you had in mind. Night­Café became the main habi­tat — part­ly for the mod­els, part­ly for the com­mu­ni­ty, and part­ly because the first image of the day is free, which sounds mod­est until you realise it has qui­et­ly restruc­tured your morn­ing rou­tine. There are also cred­its to be won if you show up every day. You tell your­self you won’t become that per­son. Read­er, you become that per­son.

Cur­rent sta­tus: Can­celled my Pro Tier – tried to live on cred­its alone. With­out Pro Sta­tus they won’t even let me search my own cre­ations. It’s just a giant heap of limbs and tex­tures now.

The cre­at­ing itself is its own par­tic­u­lar expe­ri­ence. There is the image that looks gen­uine­ly good at thumb­nail size and reveals, on clos­er inspec­tion, that the hands have six fin­gers and the back­ground archi­tec­ture belongs to no known peri­od or coun­try. There is the prompt you refine sev­en­teen times, with mount­ing speci­fici­ty, and which pro­duces the same image all sev­en­teen times, as if the mod­el read the first three words and stopped lis­ten­ing. There is the self-doubt that arrives reli­ably around attempt nine, when noth­ing is work­ing and every­one else in the com­mu­ni­ty gallery appears to be pro­duc­ing lumi­nous, tech­ni­cal­ly flaw­less work with­out vis­i­ble effort.

About that gallery. The com­mu­ni­ty show­cas­es are full of images that are, in all hon­esty, extra­or­di­nary — and also, in approx­i­mate­ly equal mea­sure, the most aggres­sive­ly clichéd things you have ever seen. Iri­des­cent drag­ons. Weep­ing elves in cin­e­mat­ic light­ing. Cot­tages of such aggres­sive cozi­ness they con­sti­tute a pub­lic health con­cern. AI, it emerges, is very good at giv­ing peo­ple exact­ly what they already want­ed, ren­dered at a res­o­lu­tion that makes it some­how worse. This is not a crit­i­cism. It is an obser­va­tion. The uni­corn-doo­fus con­tent has its audi­ence and its place. It is sim­ply not the place this web­site is try­ing to occu­py.

What to do with all this stuff?

The web­site itself exists because images accu­mu­late faster than any­one can sen­si­bly store them, and the alter­na­tive dis­tri­b­u­tion chan­nels have their lim­its. T‑shirt designs on Red­bub­ble and Teep­ub­lic are fine as far as they go, which is appar­ent­ly not very far when you are one among sev­er­al mil­lion design­ers and the search algo­rithm has the atten­tion span of a gold­fish with options. A web­site felt like a way of at least hav­ing a place. Whether any­one would find it, or want to, giv­en that AI image con­tent is avail­able in quan­ti­ties that would have been con­sid­ered phys­i­cal­ly impos­si­ble five years ago — this is a ques­tion the web­site declines to answer direct­ly and hopes you will find charm­ing rather than eva­sive.

The work­ing assump­tion is that the ideas behind the images are still doing some­thing of their own — that prompt­ing an AI toward some­thing gen­uine­ly odd, or spe­cif­ic, or out­side the stan­dard library of beau­ti­ful sad­ness and fan­ta­sy grandeur, pro­duces results that at least have the right inten­tions. Whether the machine catch­es up with those inten­tions is the dai­ly nego­ti­a­tion. Some­times it does. Some­times it pro­duces some­thing so com­pre­hen­sive­ly wrong it becomes inter­est­ing for entire­ly dif­fer­ent rea­sons.

GPT mud­died things con­sid­er­ably by turn­ing out to be good at the whole pack­age — image, text, the occa­sion­al joke that lands — which rais­es ques­tions about the long-term career prospects of the per­son writ­ing this. These ques­tions are being set aside for now, on the grounds that they are not imme­di­ate­ly action­able and the dai­ly cred­it is burn­ing.


 

So: this is a web­site about mak­ing AI images, most­ly on Night­Café, with vary­ing degrees of suc­cess and a con­sis­tent fail­ure to stop try­ing. That’s prob­a­bly enough of a rea­son. It’s def­i­nite­ly enough of a habit.