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 and 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 displayed in prominently on her coffee table the rest of her life.
Pictures are forever and become our most treasured possessions - that is what I get to do for you.