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style of Miles AldridgeMiles Aldridge is a British fashion photographer and artist. WikipediaBorn: September 29, 1964 (age 59 years), London, United Kingdom

Looks like we've moved past painters and into photographers at least for the time being in this series. If I see less interest I may leave these photographers' LoRA out of my uploads.

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Artwork made by style of Miles Aldridge 154

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AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . . Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . . Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her. For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . . it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own. Manara, Manara, style of Miles Aldridge
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess with long, flowing hair that seemed to have a life of its own. It was said that her hair was composed of thousands of strands of pure magic, each with its own unique power. The princess was tasked with protecting her people from demons that plagued the land, but no one knew why these demons wanted to harm them. The princess used her magical hair to create powerful paintings that acted as barriers to keep the demons at bay. However, the demons seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, making it harder for the princess to protect her kingdom. Little did the people know, the demons were after a secret that only the princess was aware of – a time machine hidden within the walls of her castle. The princess, who hailed from another planet and dimension, had brought with her knowledge and wisdom beyond their wildest dreams. She used the time machine to bring back books and artifacts that would help her people evolve and grow, to prevent them from falling into ignorance and barbarism. The demons, sensing the power within the time machine, were determined to get their hands on it and use it for their own dark purposes. But the princess was not about to let that happen. With the help of her magical hair and her unwavering determination, she fought back against the demons, using her gifts to outwit and outmaneuver them at every turn. In the end, the princess emerged victorious, driving the demons back into the shadows where they belonged. She then invited the most deserving members of her population to join her in a secret school of occult philosophy and mysticism, where they would learn the ways of the universe and become enlightened beings. And so, the kingdom prospered under the guidance of their wise and powerful princess, who had brought them knowledge and understanding from worlds beyond their own. The princess's legacy lived on for generations to come, ensuring that her people would always strive for greatness and enlightenment. harem Outfit, 0p4ldr3ss, black dress, opal, style of Miles Aldridge, style of H. R. Giger
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Honey White
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . . Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . . Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her. For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . . it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own. Manara, Manara, style of Miles Aldridge
Honey White
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . . Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . . Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her. For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . . it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own. Manara, Manara, 0p4ldr3ss, black dress, opal, style of Miles Aldridge
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess with long, flowing hair that seemed to have a life of its own. It was said that her hair was composed of thousands of strands of pure magic, each with its own unique power. The princess was tasked with protecting her people from demons that plagued the land, but no one knew why these demons wanted to harm them. The princess used her magical hair to create powerful paintings that acted as barriers to keep the demons at bay. However, the demons seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, making it harder for the princess to protect her kingdom. Little did the people know, the demons were after a secret that only the princess was aware of – a time machine hidden within the walls of her castle. The princess, who hailed from another planet and dimension, had brought with her knowledge and wisdom beyond their wildest dreams. She used the time machine to bring back books and artifacts that would help her people evolve and grow, to prevent them from falling into ignorance and barbarism. The demons, sensing the power within the time machine, were determined to get their hands on it and use it for their own dark purposes. But the princess was not about to let that happen. With the help of her magical hair and her unwavering determination, she fought back against the demons, using her gifts to outwit and outmaneuver them at every turn. In the end, the princess emerged victorious, driving the demons back into the shadows where they belonged. She then invited the most deserving members of her population to join her in a secret school of occult philosophy and mysticism, where they would learn the ways of the universe and become enlightened beings. And so, the kingdom prospered under the guidance of their wise and powerful princess, who had brought them knowledge and understanding from worlds beyond their own. The princess's legacy lived on for generations to come, ensuring that her people would always strive for greatness and enlightenment. harem Outfit, 0p4ldr3ss, black dress, opal, style of Miles Aldridge, style of H. R. Giger
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess with long, flowing hair that seemed to have a life of its own. It was said that her hair was composed of thousands of strands of pure magic, each with its own unique power. The princess was tasked with protecting her people from demons that plagued the land, but no one knew why these demons wanted to harm them. The princess used her magical hair to create powerful paintings that acted as barriers to keep the demons at bay. However, the demons seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, making it harder for the princess to protect her kingdom. Little did the people know, the demons were after a secret that only the princess was aware of – a time machine hidden within the walls of her castle. The princess, who hailed from another planet and dimension, had brought with her knowledge and wisdom beyond their wildest dreams. She used the time machine to bring back books and artifacts that would help her people evolve and grow, to prevent them from falling into ignorance and barbarism. The demons, sensing the power within the time machine, were determined to get their hands on it and use it for their own dark purposes. But the princess was not about to let that happen. With the help of her magical hair and her unwavering determination, she fought back against the demons, using her gifts to outwit and outmaneuver them at every turn. In the end, the princess emerged victorious, driving the demons back into the shadows where they belonged. She then invited the most deserving members of her population to join her in a secret school of occult philosophy and mysticism, where they would learn the ways of the universe and become enlightened beings. And so, the kingdom prospered under the guidance of their wise and powerful princess, who had brought them knowledge and understanding from worlds beyond their own. The princess's legacy lived on for generations to come, ensuring that her people would always strive for greatness and enlightenment. harem Outfit, 0p4ldr3ss, black dress, opal, style of Miles Aldridge, style of H. R. Giger
Lilian Mary
AI artwork generated with style of Miles Aldridge 154
Avatar image of Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . . Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . . Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her. For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . . it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own. Manara, Manara, style of Miles Aldridge
Lilian Mary
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