The Digital Fig Leaf Madness

The Digital Fig Leaf Madness

Last Monday, I found myself once again at my computer, engaged in an epic battle with Adobe's artificial intelligence. You probably know the drill: you just want to quickly edit a photo for your blog, but the AI has decided to play moral guardian for the day.

Reading time: 3 Min.

"We're sorry," Photoshop informed me with the condescension of an overzealous bouncer, "but nudity has been detected."

Oh really? In a nude photograph? Who would have thought! And this despite being a paying Adobe customer. But apparently, that doesn't qualify me to actually use the software I'm paying for.

Photoshop refuses to work

Fine then, Plan B: I copy the image, dutifully censor it with a color overlay like a schoolboy in detention, let the AI do its thing, and then paste the original back in. A digital game of hide-and-seek that makes about as much sense as wearing a bikini in a sauna. But hey, the artificial intelligence is happy — and isn't that what really matters in the end?

And here's the best part: When I tried to tell an AI about my troubles, it seriously gave me the digital version of "Sorry, I can't help you with that" — presumably afraid of frying its circuits with my not-safe-for-work words. The irony that even a conversation about censorship gets censored seemed to dawn on only me. Maybe I should replace all nipples in the text with asterisks first, so the artificial intelligence dares to speak with me.

Then comes the next act in this comedy of errors: I dare to use the word "nude" on Patreon — where, by the way, I already had to jump through an authentication obstacle course stricter than entering some countries. PLOP! A warning window pops up as if I'd just entered the nuclear launch codes. "Potentially community guidelines violating content detected! Our Trust & Safety Team will review this." Right. Censorship in a text. About nude photography. For adults. On a platform for nude photography. Behind a paywall.

In the past, there were at least real people in the Philippines deciding what was acceptable and what wasn't (not that this made it any better). Today, AI does it — faster, more efficient, and above all: dumber. It blocks accounts like Angelique's, flags harmless images as "inappropriate," and hands out digital house bans faster than an over-anxious elementary school principal.

Instagram Account Restriction
The forbidden picture enlarged for you

The most absurd part? Nobody seems to know exactly who's supposed to be protected from what here. Politics doesn't care, the platforms point to their community guidelines, and these guidelines seem to come from a prudish era when table legs were still covered with little skirts.

And so here I sit, a photographer in 2025, playing digital hide-and-seek with algorithms. I trick, deceive, and disguise, just to do my job. A job that, by the way, is as old as art itself. But you already knew that.

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