In 1980, as a young photographer at Paris Match, I was called in with my sidekick, Bernard Wis, to see our boss, Roger Thérond. Thinking we were in trouble, we walked sheepishly into his office. But we weren’t in trouble. He assigned to us a mission which obviously meant a lot to him. Delighted to have his trust, we accepted without further discussion.
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