Finally I managed to corner my proclaimed “neighbor” and convince it to do a sitting for me, without the cloak.  I knew my habit of obsessively collecting illicit publications would serve me well.

Thankfully I had a few stashed away for myself.  It was the only way to convince Mr Pages to cease flailing about and sit still for me to paint.  A triumph in itself.

…the title of the book has been left out for the sake of public decency.

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