I had joined Sipa the year before. I photographed stars and royalty, like Caroline and Stephanie of Monaco, at a time when photographers talked to the people they followed as equals. On that day, in an alley off the Avenue Foch in Paris, my colleagues and I were waiting for Christina ONassis. Suddenly, we hear gunshots. A few guys and a girl are caught in a shootout. Total confusion. The bullets don’t seem real at first, but the car they turn into swiss cheese convinces me they mean business. Everyone dives into the bushes. But I’m 23 years old and tell myself, that’s not why I took this job. I venture out and find myself in the middle of the firefight.
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