Marcel Winatschek

The Face Is Just Data Now

The first one that got me was Selena Gomez. I was scrolling through my Tumblr feed and there she was, and my first thought was: another leak. Another round of the Fappening, another group of obsessives who cracked some celebrity’s iCloud and decided the world had a right to see what they found. By 2018 you’d developed a grim familiarity with the pattern.

But it wasn’t a leak. It was something weirder and, in a way, more unsettling: deepfakes. Faces—Selena Gomez’s, Taylor Swift’s, Emma Watson’s—digitally grafted onto porn performers’ bodies using machine learning. Some of these videos were convincing enough that I genuinely had to stop and look twice. Not out of desire, exactly. More the way you’d stare at a wax figure that’s almost right. The wrongness operates just below the threshold of conscious recognition, which is somehow worse than obvious fakery.

Reddit, Pornhub, and several other platforms have since banned the things, though "banned" on the internet carries the same enforcement weight as "no running" at a public pool. The tools that produce this stuff are already freely available. Give it a few more years of refinement and there will be no reliable forensic tell—no smeared hairline, no misaligned jawbone. Your ex-girlfriend’s face in a video, indistinguishable from real. That’s either a horror story or the most airtight alibi in history, depending on which side of the camera you’re on.