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Нейросеть Gramsi поможет создать фотосессию на основе ваших фотографий

Порядок действий

1. Перейдите в Gramsi Бот в Telegram и нажмите /start

2. Отправьте фотографию человека, которого нужно добавить в референс

3. Откройте редактор генерации изображений

4. Выберите модель нейросети Nano Banana Pro

5. Введите промт — описание желаемого результата

6. Сгенерированное изображение будет готовы через несколько секунд

Промт для генерации

парень с референса (его лицо и внешность полностью сохранены 1:1), стоит на обочине дороги, слегка облокотившись на двухцветный MercedesMaybach S-Class X223 (верх бежевый, нижняя часть тёмно-коричневый металлик), оригинальные фирменные многоспицевые диски Maybach большого диаметра (хромированные, турбинный дизайн, как у заводской версии), на капоте фирменный стоячий логотип Mercedes-Benz (трёхлучевая звезда), на задней стойке кузова двойной логотип Maybach, машина припаркована у края дороги, видна передняя и боковая часть авто, хромированная решётка радиатора с вертикальными ламелями, премиальная оптика DIGITAL LIGHT с мягким холодным свечением, на нем коричневое трикотажное поло Loro Piana с мягкой текстурой и открытым воротом, белые классические брюки straight fit, бежево-коричневые замшевые лоферы в стиле Loro Piana Summer Walk, часы Audemars Piguet Royal Oak в розовом золоте, крупные солнцезащитные очки с градиентными коричневыми линзами и золотой оправой, расслабленная уверенная поза, одна рука слегка касается машины, вторая свободно опущена, сцена происходит в Дубае, на фоне реалистичный ночной городской пейзаж, чётко виден Бурж-Халифа с подсветкой, темное небо со звездами, мягкое свечение городских огней, отражения неоновых и уличных источников света на кузове автомобиля, фары авто слегка подсвечивают дорогу, глубокие тени, кинематографичный контраст, лёгкий цифровой шум как у iPhone в темноте, микродетали кожи и ткани, тёплый премиальный цветокор, кадр вертикальный 9:16, снято как на iPhone 15 Pro night mode, 4K, HDR, f/1.8, ISO 400, shutter 1/30, без постановки, документальный стиль, ультрареализм, высокая детализация, без эффекта генерации

Нейросеть Gramsi поможет создать фотосессию на основе ваших фотографий

Порядок действий

1. Перейдите в Gramsi Бот в Telegram и нажмите /start

2. Отправьте фотографию человека, которого нужно добавить в референс

3. Откройте редактор генерации изображений

4. Выберите модель нейросети Nano Banana Pro

5. Введите промт — описание желаемого результата

6. Сгенерированное изображение будет готовы через несколько секунд

Промты для генерации

фото 1

Cinematic editorial poster. The person from the reference photo, same face, same hairstyle, same appearance. Oversized black zip-up hoodie with gothic white lettering on sleeves, black baggy wide-leg pants with text detail on leg. Pose: sitting on edge of concrete bleacher step, elbows on knees, hands loosely clasped together, leaning forward. Head down slightly, eyes looking up at camera from below brow. Medium shot, straight eye level angle. Background: abandoned concrete stadium interior, rows of worn faded red plastic seats, thick white atmospheric smoke drifting low. Heavily dented rusted white Nissan Skyline R33 suspended midair on thick industrial chains, red taillights glowing through smoke. Plain dark bare concrete wall, no graffiti no text on wall. Lighting: cinematic low-key, deep shadows, red practical glow from taillights, cool desaturated palette.

фото 2

Cinematic editorial poster. The person from the reference photo, same face, same hairstyle, same appearance. Oversized black zip-up hoodie with gothic white lettering on sleeves, black baggy wide-leg pants with text detail on leg. Pose: standing straight, both hands deep in hoodie pockets, slight lean back. Head tilted slightly to one side, emotionless gaze straight into camera. Full body shot, eye level angle. Background: abandoned concrete stadium interior, rows of worn faded red plastic seats, thick white atmospheric smoke drifting low. Heavily dented rusted white Nissan Skyline R33 suspended midair on thick industrial chains, red taillights glowing through smoke. Plain dark bare concrete wall, no graffiti no text on wall. Lighting: cinematic low-key, deep shadows, red practical glow from taillights, cool desaturated palette.

Нейросеть Gramsi поможет создать фотосессию на основе ваших фотографий

Порядок действий

1. Перейдите в Gramsi Бот в Telegram и нажмите /start

2. Отправьте фотографию человека, которого нужно добавить в референс

3. Откройте редактор генерации изображений

4. Выберите модель нейросети Nano Banana Pro

5. Введите промт — описание желаемого результата

6. Сгенерированное изображение будет готовы через несколько секунд

Промт для генерации

Молодой мужчина с референсного изображения (его внешность и черты лица полностью сохранены, без изменений идентичности) находится на носовой части премиальной яхты, сидит в расслабленной, но уверенной позе с лёгкой асимметрией: ноги слегка разведены, корпус немного наклонён вперёд, руки свободно расположены между ног или на коленях, взгляд направлен прямо в камеру, выражение лица спокойное, уверенное, с лёгкой небрежностью; одежда: чёрная рубашка с слегка расстёгнутым верхом и чёрные брюки, минималистичные аксессуары (браслет и кольцо); композиция: вертикальный кадр 9:16, съёмка в стиле iPhone, ракурс слегка снизу и под небольшим углом, чтобы подчеркнуть нос яхты и глубину сцены, персонаж расположен по центру кадра с пространством сверху под фон; фон: современный Дубай с чётко читаемым Burj Khalifa и линией небоскрёбов, море с мягкими волнами и лёгкой рябью, белая глянцевая яхта с реалистичными деталями (текстура, швы, крепления); освещение: естественный золотой час перед закатом, тёплый мягкий

Нейросеть Gramsi поможет создать фотосессию на основе ваших фотографий

Порядок действий

1. Перейдите в Gramsi Бот в Telegram и нажмите /start

2. Отправьте фотографию человека, которого нужно добавить в референс

3. Откройте редактор генерации изображений

4. Выберите модель нейросети Nano Banana Pro

5. Введите промт — описание желаемого результата

6. Сгенерированное изображение будет готовы через несколько секунд

Промты для генерации

Фото 1

A raw, gritty smartphone photo of the reference character, shot late afternoon at a remote cartel mansion pool in the Sinaloa hills. Only the protagonist matches the reference face — all others (two women, sicario) are completely different in age, features, and build. Shot on iPhone 5, 8MP, ISO 500, 1/125s, harsh LED flash in daylight. Taken from the pool deck by a woman leaning in — candid social media energy. The pool is a white marble infinity edge with turquoise water dropping into a jungle valley and distant hazy mountains. The sky is washed-out yellow-white with heavy heat haze. The protagonist stands waist-deep, leaning against the curved edge, arms spread wide. Water beads on his bare chest. A lit Cohiba in his teeth, ash about to fall. He wears three heavy gold chains (bullet pendant, Malverde, Sagrado Corazón) and a gold Audemars Piguet Royal Oak. In his right hand: a half-empty Don Julio 1942 bottle; in his left: a gold-cased iPhone hanging above the water. Behind him on the marble deck: a full-grown Bengal tiger lies in palm shade, wearing a gold rhinestone collar, chain loose nearby. A bowl of raw meat sits beside it, flies buzzing. The fur is patchy and sun-bleached. Poolside: two AK-47s lean against a teak lounger (wood + gold details). A glass table holds limes, a mirror with residue, tequila, an overflowing ashtray, and Hawaiian Tropic oil. Background: a gaudy white stucco mansion with terracotta roof, gold columns, satellite dish. On the balcony: two women (different faces), one in black bikini leaning, one in red taking a selfie. A stocky sicario patrols with an FN P90. A peacock crosses the frame with motion blur. Lighting: brutal overhead sun plus flash creates harsh shadows and hot highlights on skin, gold, marble. Color: sun-bleached yellow/amber, cyan water contrast, olive shadows — Narcos: Mexico tone. Heat haze visible. Ultra detail: sharp droplets, tiger fur, cracked grout, scratched gold, condensation, marble grain. Imperfections: grain in shadows, slight blur on peacock, chromatic aberration on gold AK, thumb in frame, 4° tilt, lens smudge haze, uneven horizon. No polish, no symmetry — pure brutal realism, like a narco Instagram post deleted within an hour.

Фото 2

A raw clandestine photo of the reference character, taken in a windowless concrete cash room in a Culiacán safe house at 2 AM. Only the protagonist matches the reference face — the two sicarios and the contador have completely different appearances (mestizo with bandana and pockmarks, dark-skinned with shaved head and neck tattoo, thin elderly man with glasses). Shot on a Motorola Razr V3, 1.3MP, max ISO, auto shutter in near darkness, harsh LED flash from the doorway. Feels like leaked DEA evidence. The room: raw concrete walls, no windows, humid, condensation visible. One exposed tungsten bulb hangs overhead, a flickering fluorescent tube glows on the far wall. Floor is bare concrete with drains. Stacks of vacuum-sealed $100 bills fill the room — uneven towers, some leaning or collapsed, plastic yellowed at the base. Roughly $40M compressed into a tight space. The protagonist sits behind a cheap folding table, backlit by the bulb, creating a halo. He lazily thumbs through a cash brick, posture slouched, bored. He wears a stained white ribbed tank top, gold Cuban link with Santa Muerte pendant, Cartier sunglasses pushed up, gold Audemars Piguet Royal Oak, Virgen de Guadalupe tattoo on his shoulder. A lit Cohiba burns in a cracked ashtray. On the table: two counting machines (one running, one jammed), a Glock 19 with extended mag, half-empty Buchanan’s 18, a Nokia 8210, a mirror with lines of powder and rolled bill, an open ledger with handwritten Spanish entries. The sicarios stand guard: one stocky with bandana and AK-47, the other with shaved head, scorpion tattoo, Tigres jersey, holding a gold-drum rifle. Behind them: a crooked Malverde image and a worn Mexican flag. The contador sits across — thin, sweating, writing numbers, visibly nervous. Lighting: harsh tungsten from above, green fluorescent from behind, and cold flash from the doorway — creating triple shadows. Flash blows out nearby cash and fabric, highlights gold and glass. Color: yellow tungsten midtones, green shadows, cold highlights — heavy Narcos: Mexico grade, toxic, humid feel. Ultra detail: visible bill serials, plastic wrinkles, fabric threads, skin texture, weapon wear, ash, condensation. Imperfections: heavy grain, motion blur on counting bills, lens flare, chromatic aberration, tilted 7°, messy framing from doorway, shadow of photographer visible. No polish, no symmetry — pure brutal realism, like seized evidence from a phone meant to be destroyed.

Фото 3

A raw, intimate smartphone photo inside an ultra-gaudy master bathroom in a Culiacán narco mansion at 2 AM. Every surface is gold or marble: gold swan faucets, gold toilet, gold fixtures, white marble with gold veins, and a massive gold-framed mirror covering the wall. A low-hanging baroque chandelier casts heavy yellow light. The man stands before the mirror, shirtless except for three gold chains and a Cuban link bracelet. His lean torso is sweat-slicked, tattoos visible (Santa Muerte on ribs, “MAMA” over heart). He’s mid-motion pulling on a white silk Versace shirt, one arm through, head tilted. Hair wet, slicked back, water dripping. Light stubble. His expression is detached, bored. On the marble counter: a gold Desert Eagle, Versace Eros bottle nearly empty, a powder-dusted mirror with a rolled $100 bill, a gold Rolex Presidente, a black Stetson, a Glock 19, and scattered US dollars mixed with pesos. In the mirror reflection: a messy bedroom with red satin sheets, a fallen stiletto heel, a half-empty Don Julio 1942 bottle, two sicarios visible in the doorway holding rifles. A small TV plays muted soccer, green light reflecting on gold surfaces. Shot by someone in the bathroom doorway on a cheap phone. Harsh flash hits the mirror, bouncing back into the lens, creating a blown-out hotspot on his torso. Reflections scatter across gold surfaces, forming chaotic flares. Lighting mixes hot tungsten yellow with cold flash; shadows turn olive-green — extreme Narcos: Mexico color grade. Heavy grain, chromatic aberration on gold edges, slight motion blur on his arm. Framing is rushed and voyeuristic, tilted ~12°, doorway edge visible, faint reflection of the photographer in the mirror. No polish, no symmetry — just brutal realism, a stolen moment of cartel excess captured in a bathroom worth more than most homes.

Нейросеть Gramsi поможет создать фотосессию на основе ваших фотографий

Порядок действий

1. Перейдите в Gramsi Бот в Telegram и нажмите /start

2. Отправьте фотографию человека, которого нужно добавить в референс

3. Откройте редактор генерации изображений

4. Выберите модель нейросети Nano Banana Pro

5. Введите промт — описание желаемого результата

6. Сгенерированное изображение будет готовы через несколько секунд

Промты для генерации

Фото 1

A decadent scene in a VIP booth overlooking the casino floor, 30 minutes after the win. The man sprawls on a curved velvet banquette, leather jacket back on but hanging open, silk shirt now unbuttoned to mid-chest. His posture is loose, relaxed - the tension from the table completely gone. In one hand, a bottle of Dom Perignon by the neck - not a glass, the bottle. In the other, a messy fan of $100 bills, maybe fifty of them, being casually waved like a paper fan. His expression is a lazy smirk, Ray-Bans back on despite the dim VIP lighting. The table before him is excess incarnate - two more champagne bottles in a silver ice bucket, one empty and overturned. A small mountain of chips he hasn't bothered to cash yet. A crystal ashtray with a burning cigarette. Empty glasses scattered around from earlier rounds. A bottle service sparkler still fizzles in the background. Security stands at the velvet rope, arms crossed. A server in a black vest lingers at the edge, waiting. Through the glass partition, the casino floor glitters below - a sea of lights and movement that he's now above, literally and figuratively. Shot as a selfie at arm's length, capturing the whole scene. Harsh flash from the phone washes out his forehead, creates deep shadows in the booth's corners. The champagne bottle catches the light, almost glowing. The framing is imperfect - his thumb slightly visible in the corner, the top of his head cut off. Heavy grain from the low light, slight blur on the waving cash. The image feels like a flex - because it is. No Al stylization, just raw documentation of a good night.

Фото 2

A explosive moment of victory at the same roulette table, milliseconds after the ball landed. The man is caught mid-motion, rising from his chair, one fist punching the air, mouth open in a raw scream of triumph. His black silk shirt has come untucked, silver chain swinging, dark hair wild. The roulette wheel shows black 17 - his number. The dealer reaches for the dolly marker, expression professionally neutral but eyes wide. Chips are already being pushed toward him - a mountain of black $100s and purple $500s, maybe $15,000 in a single spin. Around him, chaosa man beside him slaps his back in shock, drink sloshing. Another man across the table throws his hands up in disbelief. Someone in the background points, pulling out their phone. The energy is electric, contagious. His leather jacket falls off the chair unnoticed. The glass of whiskey has been knocked over, amber liquid spreading across the felt - no one cares. The cigarette from behind his ear is gone, probably on the floor. Shot by a friend at the table, now standing, phone shaking with excitement. Brutal direct flash freezes the chaos but his raised fist has motion blur. The frame is tilted 10 degrees - the photographer got bumped. Multiple light sources create complex shadows. Aggressive grain, lens flare from the chandelier above. The edge of someone's phone screen is visible in the corner everyone's filming. The image is pure adrenaline - no Al stylization, just authentic chaos captured in a split second of raw euphoria.

Фото 3

A decadent scene in a VIP booth overlooking the casino floor, 30 minutes after the win. The same man sprawls on a curved velvet banquette, leather jacket back on but hanging open, silk shirt now unbuttoned to mid-chest. His posture is loose, relaxed - the tension from the table completely gone. In one hand, a bottle of Dom Perignon by the neck - not a glass, the bottle. In the other, a messy fan of $100 bills, maybe fifty of them, being casually waved like a paper fan. His expression is a lazy smirk, Ray-Bans back on despite the dim VIP lighting. The table before him is excess incarnate - two more champagne bottles in a silver ice bucket, one empty and overturned. A small mountain of chips he hasn't bothered to cash yet. A crystal ashtray with a burning cigarette. Someone else's lipstick-stained glass. Two women flank him on the banquette - one in a black dress leaning into his shoulder, laughing at something he said, the other taking a selfie with the chip pile. A bottle service sparkler still fizzles in the background. Security stands at the velvet rope, arms crossed. Through the glass partition, the casino floor glitters below - a sea of lights and movement that he's now above, literally and figuratively. Shot by one of the women, holding her phone at arm's length to get the whole scene. Harsh flash from the phone washes out her friend's face, creates deep shadows in the booth's corners. The champagne bottle catches the light, almost glowing. The framing is imperfect - her thumb slightly visible in the corner, the top of his head cut off. Heavy grain from the low light, slight blur on the waving cash. The image feels like a flex - because it is. No Al stylization, just raw documentation of a good night getting better

Фото 4

A raw nighttime entrance scene at the Venetian casino, Las Vegas. A man in his mid-20s strides through the massive gilded doors, caught mid-step on the marble floor, phone in hand like he was just filming a story. He wears an oversized vintage washed black Fear of God Essentials hoodie layered under an open Chrome Hearts leather trucker jacket with silver cross patches. Baggy washed gray Amiri jeans stack perfectly over his Nike Dunk Low Pandas - the laces loosened, tongues out. A chunky Cuban link chain in white gold hangs outside the hoodie, catching light. On his wrist, a Cartier Santos with the blue leather strap, and his fingers show multiple Chrome Hearts rings. A small Louis Vuitton Duo Messenger bag crosses his chest. His hair is intentionally messy - that "I woke up like this" style that takes 30 minutes to achieve. AirPods Pro visible in his ears. Subtle stubble, clear skin, the kind of effortless look that influencers spend hours perfecting. His expression is focused but relaxed - slight smirk, eyes scanning the casino floor ahead like he owns the place. One hand adjusts the bag strap, the other holds his iPhone with the camera still recording. Behind him, the Vegas Strip glows through the glass doors - the blurred lights of passing Lamborghinis and G-Wagons, the neon signs of neighboring casinos creating a bokeh of reds, golds, and electric blues. The casino floor stretches before him in overwhelming grandeur - hand-painted ceiling frescoes, massive crystal chandeliers, rows of velvet-roped tables, the distant chaos of slot machines and the bass thump of a nearby nightclub entrance. A group of girls in tight dresses notice him and whisper, one already pulling out her phone. Shot as a candid paparazzi-style photo from the side, as if a photographer was waiting at the entrance hoping for celebrities. Harsh direct flash cuts through the warm casino ambient light, creating stark shadows on his face and making the Chrome Hearts silver hardware pop. The marble floor reflects the flash, creating a bright hot spot near his Dunks. The framing is slightly rushed - a security guard's shoulder intrudes in the corner, a slot machine is cut in half at the frame's edge. The flash catches the LV monogram on his bag, the Chrome Hearts crosses gleam almost too bright. Visible grain throughout, slight motion blur on his trailing foot and the hand adjusting his strap. The image embodies brutal realism - the unpolished energy of someone trying to sneakily photograph an influencer they recognized, no Al stylization, just raw point-and-shoot chaos with that "is that someone famous?" energy.