{"id":17373,"date":"2025-01-19T13:37:30","date_gmt":"2025-01-19T12:37:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2025\/01\/19\/would-you-let-ai-choose-your-outfits\/"},"modified":"2025-01-19T13:37:30","modified_gmt":"2025-01-19T12:37:30","slug":"would-you-let-ai-choose-your-outfits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2025\/01\/19\/would-you-let-ai-choose-your-outfits\/","title":{"rendered":"Would you let AI choose your outfits?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Our writer explores the possibilities, with surprising results\u2026<\/p>\n

My friend walks into the village hall, scene of my son\u2019s third birthday party, a mixture of panic and incredulity creeping across his face. \u201cI didn\u2019t realise we were dressing up,\u201d he says, taking in my outfit. I feel myself blush. I\u2019m wearing a mint-green tulle midi dress with sheer sleeves that balloon precociously and a tiered skirt that puffs out in such a way as to give me the appearance of either a Quality Street or a three-year-old at her own birthday party. It\u2019s not, if I\u2019m entirely honest, the most practical of outfits for serving chocolate cake to 18 sticky-handed toddlers but, as I blurt out to my friend, keen to dispel any confusion, the avant-garde look wasn\u2019t actually my choice: it was AI\u2019s.<\/p>\n

I love quirky clothes. Different cuts, unusual fabrics, bold colours, exciting textures. My wardrobe is my identity, my refuge, my hobby, my happy place. Or, at least, it was. Recently \u2013 since having my second baby \u2013 I\u2019ve struggled to get dressed. Paralysed by choice, I am beset by decision fatigue every time I approach my (admittedly groaning) closet. With a three-year-old and a six-month-old to wrangle into clobber, too, the overwhelm has joined forces with lack of time. This morning I was hurling clothes at my body while the youngest screamed for his nap. The steady spoliation of my personal style continues apace, now stained with breast milk and squashed banana.<\/p>\n

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\nOur writer explores the possibilities, with surprising results\u2026
\nMy friend walks into the village hall, scene of my son\u2019s third birthday party, a mixture of panic and incredulity creeping across his face. \u201cI didn\u2019t realise we were dressing up,\u201d he says, taking in my outfit. I feel myself blush. I\u2019m wearing a mint-green tulle midi dress with sheer sleeves that balloon precociously and a tiered skirt that puffs out in such a way as to give me the appearance of either a Quality Street or a three-year-old at her own birthday party. It\u2019s not, if I\u2019m entirely honest, the most practical of outfits for serving chocolate cake to 18 sticky-handed toddlers but, as I blurt out to my friend, keen to dispel any confusion, the avant-garde look wasn\u2019t actually my choice: it was AI\u2019s.
\nI love quirky clothes. Different cuts, unusual fabrics, bold colours, exciting textures. My wardrobe is my identity, my refuge, my hobby, my happy place. Or, at least, it was. Recently \u2013 since having my second baby \u2013 I\u2019ve struggled to get dressed. Paralysed by choice, I am beset by decision fatigue every time I approach my (admittedly groaning) closet. With a three-year-old and a six-month-old to wrangle into clobber, too, the overwhelm has joined forces with lack of time. This morning I was hurling clothes at my body while the youngest screamed for his nap. The steady spoliation of my personal style continues apace, now stained with breast milk and squashed banana. Continue reading…Technology | The Guardian<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Our writer explores the possibilities, with surprising results\u2026 My friend walks into the village hall, scene of my son\u2019s third birthday party, a mixture of panic and incredulity creeping across his face. \u201cI didn\u2019t realise we were dressing up,\u201d he says, taking in my outfit. I feel myself blush. I\u2019m wearing a mint-green tulle midi …<\/p>\n

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