A portrait is a conversation with the person you were, are, and are going to be.
My aunt was a teenager in 1930's Toronto. One day she was walking down a busy street when a photographer ran out and asked her if she would come into his studio to be photographed.
She said "yes".
It was a different time.
The photographer made two pictures of her that day and a week later she walked by the studio and saw a group of people staring in the window. She walked over and could hear the comments about who the movie star could be. It was a picture of her. She held onto that picture and kept it displayed prominently on her coffee table for the rest of her life.
Tempus fugit, this moment is forever.
Frank Fenn
