Scenes from Fury… In my head, I was playing out various scenarios in which my father had been struck dead crossing the Rue de Noisy, where there always seemed to be gangsters flooring stolen cars or fourteen-year-old boys on motor bikes, popping wheelies and hollering “putain” to every woman they passed on the street. Near our old flat in Romainville, France

Scenes from Fury…

In my head, I was playing out various scenarios in which my father had been struck dead crossing the Rue de Noisy, where there always seemed to be gangsters flooring stolen cars or fourteen-year-old boys on motor bikes, popping wheelies and hollering “putain” to every woman they passed on the street.

Near our old flat in Romainville, France