It feels as if an period of San Francisco has handed with the information of the death of photographer, Dave Schubert. A lot of of my earliest reminiscences of art, of underground lifestyle, of daily life staying fucking lived, was via the lens and eye of Dave Schubert. He was telling me the story of my home town without having me even becoming conscious of it. From graffiti to skateboarding, city scenes to just urban culture as it was in this wild town in the 1990s and early 2000s, Schubert gave it an identity, a reason, and froze the chaos for history to see. We lined Schubert many moments in the webpages of Juxtapoz, but it was the terms of Austin McManus that he wrote in 2013 that resonated with us these days. —Evan Pricco
“It is 2013 and Dave Schubert does not have a web site. He continue to shoots film and proceeds to acquire his pictures the ol’ manner way, with chemical substances. I do not think he chooses to get the job done in this passé technique to be some kind of purist or to spite technological innovation, but alternatively he understands that the over-all high quality of an image made through the regular images process is top-quality to none, specially in the black and white section. Dave’s photographic footprint is abnormally distinctive, cleverly crafted, and will go away a lasting impression deep within your overstimulated memory lender.
“When I consider of Dave’s illustrations or photos, I see intimate and uncomfortable sexual encounters, raw vandalism in a wide variety of sorts, the dark nature of human behavior, and admiration for very simple matters like a lightning bolt or a established of lips. What he chooses to current to the public is by no suggests very easily digestible or for mass charm. The unsettling character of his photographs is the draw and Dave is not in this article to comfort.” —Austin McManus, Juxtapoz, 2013