I became a photographer from one day to the next . . . by "accident", the summer of 1978 in Paris. I had been a model and an actress for fifteen years. Modeling for me was over, and the movie world was elusive. Alan, my husband then, had given me a Nikon camera as a gift. I picked it up to kill time, I thought, between two acting jobs, but it was an instantaneous passion.
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