Golden hour in Dumbo, 85mm at f/2 with a feathered 3x4 softbox, and the stylist fogged the set so hard my autofocus started fishing while the rim light turned the mist into a halo for the hair, not the model. What’s your funniest “perfect composition, tragic lighting assist” moment — ever had a rogue reflector or beauty dish drift into frame like it wanted agency credit?