Indie sleaze
Prompt
A skinny young man stands in front of a weathered brick building and a graffiti-tagged chain-link fence, framed from a sharp low angle that slices the frame unevenly, evoking the grainy immediacy of an old iPhone 3G snapshot. Overcast gray skies cast a flat, muted light, washing out colors except for his pale, unfiltered skin and the tight, cropped white tee that clings to his torso, riding up to reveal hip bones and a faintly mottled texture beneath. His faded shirt sports a distressed red-white-blue mermaid graphic, the cotton threadbare and stretched unevenly around the neckline. A cracked, double-pronged studded belt holds his low-rise, slightly slouched faded black jeans, frayed at the pockets, with subtle dirt stains near the cuffs. Perched crookedly on his face are large, chunky black sunglasses that obscure his tired, unreadable expression; greasy, shaggy hair hangs messily over the frames, roots damp and flattened, as if unwashed for days. His skin shows realistic pores, slight redness across the nose and cheeks, and faint shadowed circles under the eyes. Tattoos ink both hands—minimal black linework wrapping knuckles and fingers—while an unlit cigarette dangles lazily from his mouth, tilt of the head loose and unposed. The weathered brick, warped window frame, and slanted chain-link fence behind blur softly, adding gritty texture to the scene’s immediate, snapshot feel. Ambient light falls cold and flat, casting subtle shadows that deepen the worn, indifferent mood of this spontaneous iPhone-style capture.