Model-generated images / Through prompting and generation
Obtuse billionaires
Billionaires are everywhere right now. The word, the idea, the actual people. I feel like I know the personalities of several people I’ve never met because they take up so much room in the culture. I wanted to see what a billionaire looked like to an AI, so I gave it a few questions that get a little obtuse as you go. What is a billionaire? Who is a billionaire? Where is a billionaire? How is a billionaire? Why is a billionaire? And my favourite, when is a billionaire? Later I tried which is a billionaire, and is there a billionaire?
The same man
Once I put the images side by side, I kept seeing the same guy. Usually white, usually past fifty, often with a good head of white hair. He likes a suit, sunglasses and an armchair, preferably with his legs crossed. The bespectacled face in the gilded frame made me think of Reid Hoffman. Another had a distinctly Bill Gates quality. I keep coming back to the white-haired man who reads in an orange chair while banknotes blow around him. He looks as though he could sit there all day.
Cash you can sit on
I think of billionaire wealth as shares and assets. Here it’s mostly US dollars you could pick up off the floor. There’s enough to sit on, enough to carpet a room and enough to build walls out of. A woman in a pink jacket gets a whole warehouse of the stuff to herself. I had to go back and look at that one again because by then I was so used to seeing a man in the middle. Even when the bills get hard to make out, there’s often that green.
A room with a view
Even when the AI gives the billionaire a whole city, it usually leaves them alone in it. One figure stands on banknotes at the water’s edge, another above a city lit up in pink. Two men turn their backs to us and look out of windows, one in an overgrown room and the other towards a lake. I keep wondering what they’re looking for out there.
Going up in smoke
Then there’s all this stuff going up in the air. Bills, dark balloons, smoke or clouds that look like smoke. Pink clouds full of glowing triangles hang over a man who looks perfectly comfortable in his armchair. Another figure’s profile is wreathed in flames. I started looking for smoke in each new image almost as much as I looked for the money.
Odd lots
So many of these men sit the same way that I started looking forward to anyone who moved differently. Then “Why is a billionaire?” gave me a man in a blue suit crouching among palms under a pink sun. What the hell is he doing? I think that’s why I like him. There’s also an elephant crown, a dollar sign where a face should be, and a green head that looks as though it grew out of the money. Then there’s that rainy street from “When is a billionaire?” I kept looking for the billionaire in it. I’m still looking.













































