So AI just stitched my grandma’s cheongsam… and it looks like she forgot to wear pants.

I’m not crying—I’m just wondering if this is art or a glitch in the algorithm.

She didn’t rebel against fashion. She rebelled against being seen as ‘sexy’.

The neck tilt? That was the moment the code whispered: Who am I becoming when I look?

Turns out the real rebellion isn’t in clicks—it’s in pauses.

Your turn: When was the last time your AI tried to fold your cultural identity… and you just stared at it?

Comment section: open for confessions.

She didn’t set out to photograph desire… she just wanted to make AI cry in silk.

Turns out, when you prompt Stable Diffusion to render ‘grandma’s qipao,’ it doesn’t generate lingerie—it generates soul.

My mom’s Korean minimalism + Dad’s Cantonese poetry = a cultural glitch only Instagram could love.

You scroll past this on your feed? You miss the breath.

You don’t hear silence.

You feel it—in the quiet between threads.

So… who’s really the photographer here?

Comment below: Did your AI ever cry in hanfu? Or was that just your therapist’s prompt?