I had just turned 16 and it was clear that my studies would lead nowhere, which forced my father to put me to work. I had the choice between three jobs: bellboy, bartender, or working at Jour de France as an assistant reporter. I choose the latter without hesitation. Until then, the idea of becoming a photographer had never entered my mind. I stayed for two months, cutting out news stories for reporters and following photographers like Titomirov and Luc Fournol out on the job. At the end of my internship, I was still considered too young by the deputy head of the newspaper, so they sent me to a photo lab, Photodal, used by the Dalmas agency.
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