At least, that's how the world used to be. Luckily, we live in a glorious era where this, like many other wonderfully me-centric things, can be taken care of with good old-fashioned dough. Yes, I'm saying you can totally hire a bunch of paparazzi to follow you around, documenting your day with their trademark finesse (they'll stalk you like the meal ticket that you are and take snapshots any which way they can).
Even when you're in the bathroom. Especially in the bathroom.
It turns out that shady photographer folks work for money, and if they're not busy hiding in the bushes in case Jennifer Lawrence's dress explodes on her way to her car or whatever, they're all too happy to cut the middleman and accept your check for doing more or less what they'd be doing anyway. Sellsword paparazzi companies offer several different packages, all custom designed to make you feel important enough to be stalked by the worst profession in the world. The options they offer range from stalking your party/wedding guests (who will surely scream in adoration when half a dozen human vermin spread into the fray and spend two hours trying to get upskirt photos of everyone) to the full "rock star" treatment, where they flat-out stalk you around town, waiting for you with their flashes flashin' wherever you show up.
This is their "get enough flashes around you and no one will notice how bad your cosplay game is" package.
And at the end of the day, you'll get the pictures they took for yourself. After all, the paparazzi are moral creatures and certainly won't keep any copies of the more embarrassing ones to themselves on the off chance that you one day make it big.