In Photography There Are No Failures, Only Lessons
Benoît
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I’m still haunted by screw ups I made as an intern, or any small mistake I’ve made on assignment. I remember names that I misspelled two years ago.

At my second internship at The Dallas Morning News, I was assigned two different symphonies, at two different locations, on two different days. I totally mixed up the locations and didn’t even realize it until I got home. I ended up shooting some kind of Christmas concert, and no one involved in the production even questioned why I was there.

I broke down on the phone with my editor, Chris Wilkins, who managed to sound only slightly annoyed with me. I now triple-check every assignment.

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