I discovered photography during a summer job in Saint-Lunaire in Brittany, France. A friend and I decided to take photographs of vacationers, on the beach or under sail, and sell the photos that same night from a small shop. With the profits, I bought my first camera, an Olympus. One day in Paris in 1973, I see a group of firefighters in action and I find myself taking a picture of an accident in the subway. It was published in France Soir and led to my first contact with Sipa. From then on, I’ve never put away my suitcase, and never lost the taste for reporting. By giving me the confidence and the opportunity to express myself, Göksin Sipahioglu, whose humanity and malice I’ll never forget, opened the doors to freedom. It was one of those rare encounters.
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