Love the penwork and shading. Is the moll in the foreground a hit lady? The look, the violin case, and the cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth suggests that. Also the snap-brim fedora, the pinstripe business dress suit, and trench coat adds to the setting.
Found this picture a while ago and was absolutely blown away. Every time I check in on your page I find myself clicking on it, just to stare at the awesomeness again. Found this picture so incredible that I actually wrote what I thought was happening in the scene. It's a bit long to include in the comments section here, but if you wanna check it out, I'll have it posted to my page (I'll also include a link provided here.)
Delusions Of Eden: PrologueAs I stepped from the train, violin case in hand and cigarette locked between my lips, I cast a wary glance around me. People mingled, as they had a tendency to do, greeting friends or loved ones that had come in on the line. The large clock behind me read eleven am, and just beneath that, in big bold letters, was a lie. Utopia, they called it. As if anywhere on this god-forsaken planet could possibly live up to such a name. Some people may have been fooled, some may have been suckered in to believing, but not me. I was young, especially for the line of work that I called a job, but the years I did have behind me had been rough ones, filled with harsh lessons and bitter disappointments. As I turned away and started off, I kept my eyes moving, logging and noting every detail that I could. It was a force of habit, but one that had saved my ass any number of times.
The man behind me with the mustache was indulging the prattling of his wife (trophy wife was probably more accurate but the d