I have a theory that the best of photographic portraiture is usually sympathetic, occasionally ascerbic, caricature. Everyone has mannerisms, body language, a curl of the lip, the arch of an eyebrow, assorted tics, that project personality and announce their style to strangers. No one does all these "recognition triggers" at the same time but the cunning photographer tries to make it so.
Myles is totally, joyously, over-the-top gay, "faggotty" as he puts it, unhibited, charming, and a brilliant and rarefied wit. He knows when to flirt and when to respect boundaries. Which is a relief for the straight photographer wrangling a heavy view camera. I think I did well with this portrait but Myles' ability to project to the camera may have been even better.