Try-on UGC in Claude & ChatGPT

The phone is held up above his eye level and angled down at him, so the shot looks down on him and he
looks up into it. The phone is the one recording this and it is behind the lens, out of shot — neither of
his hands is visible anywhere in the frame, and nothing at all enters the top edge. Early twenties, dark
loose curls over the forehead, a few days' stubble, white ribbed tank, thin silver chain with a small
cross. His free hand stays pushed down in his pocket below the frame the whole time. The framing drifts a
few degrees one way and comes back; his head tilts slowly to follow it, chin lifting, and he blinks once,
mouth closed, expression flat. Standing in the walkway beside an open closet rail of hung shirts, a paper
pendant lamp glowing above and behind him, a glass door to one side. Clear even skin, faint natural pore
texture. One unbroken handheld take, nothing written on screen.

He stands facing a gym mirror filming his reflection, the phone in a light case held up at shoulder height, framed from the thighs up. The phone in his hand is the one recording this, and it shows in the reflection. About twenty, shoulder-length light-brown hair swept back, white ribbed tank, black athletic shorts. He holds a steady look at the mirror, glances down at the phone screen, looks off to the side, then comes back to his reflection with a small closed-mouth smirk, his free arm hanging relaxed. Behind him, power racks with yellow suspension straps, dumbbell racks, white pillars, a grey rubber floor, bright overhead gym lights. Natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.

She stands in an elevator facing its mirrored steel wall, filming her reflection with the phone held up in front of her chest, framed head to knees. The phone in her hand is the one recording this, and it shows in the reflection. Late twenties, shoulder-length blonde hair tucked behind her ears, long camel trench coat over a grey knit sweater, cream wide-leg trousers, a large taupe leather tote on one shoulder, a cardboard tray of iced coffees in her other hand. She smiles down at the screen, glances up at her reflection, then lifts the coffee tray to show it and looks down at it, smiling. Brushed steel walls, a button panel, ceiling spotlights. Natural skin texture. One unbroken handheld take, no on-screen text, no logos, no captions.