Y2K
Prompt
He’s standing against a saturated red studio backdrop, posture relaxed with one shoulder slightly dropped and his arms resting at his sides like he’s not trying to hold anything. He’s wearing a cropped black football jersey with oversized white numbering, the mesh fabric revealing a sliver of his toned torso and a silver belly chain hugging tight across his skin. His pants are low-rise cargo denim in icy gray with bleach stains and exaggerated pockets, cinched with a neon yellow industrial belt that drapes halfway to his knee. His hair is dyed jet black with a fire-orange streak running through the front, styled into sharp upward spikes. A pair of white wraparound sunglasses rest on his forehead, and his lip is pierced with a small hoop that glints under the warm artificial lighting. He stares forward with a dead-serious expression, equal parts aggressive and bored, like he’s stepped out of a futuristic sports team promo with too much attitude to care. —casual candid early-2000s Y2K snapshot, grainy softness