On another note, why settle for a photo when you can cast a plaster death mask, right there! Nowadays you could 3D print one for all your relatives.
Again, apropos of nothing...
I was at the new Academy Museum in LA. There are plaster castings of the faces of people like Clark Gable, Grace Kelly, etc., that were taken to allow makeup artists to make prosthetics, etc. I was fascinated -- Grace Kelly was just...gorgeous. You can see every pore and scar on the guys.
This is nothing new -- Madame Tussaud bribed people (or snuck in) to let her do death masks of all kinds of people, including those who'd just had their heads chopped off by the guillotine during the French Revolution. They still exist, and if you want to know exactly what Marie Antoinette looked like in her last seconds, that's where you go. Not to the portraits done by painters of the time. Her string of wax museums originated from her enterprise.
When Rick Baker was doing the special effects makeup for Thriller, they did a cast of Michael Jackson's face and hands. One of the shop assistants walked by and glanced down at the upturned cast and commented, "My, that boy do wear a lot of makeup!" The interior of the original stuff was all brown. My friend (who was working for Rick at the time) still has a pair of the plaster hands on his fireplace mantel. Somebody somewhere has photographs of the whole process, including of Michael covered in goop with straws coming out of his nostrils.
And then, of course, there was the famous Cynthia Plaster Caster (Albritton) who, sadly, died in April of last year. Her most famous casting is probably one of her first, of Jimi Hendrix, who got his pubes caught in the alginate she was using, and she had to pluck them out, one by one, while he waited. For a while, she was doing regular exhibitions of something like 68 different castings.
One final one: Val Kilmer played Jim Morrison in
The Doors movie. I had to meet him at the location in Marina del Rey where they were doing a full-length laser scan of him for a scene where Morrison gives his girlfriend (Pamela Courson played by Meg Ryan) a doll/replica of himself. While he was waiting for the process, I had to do photos of him under an overhanging light in a hallway, and those were later used in publicity and in the movie itself. He was nice enough to me, but a PIA to everyone else.