Rest In Peace, my friend Dave Schubert. I always admired how you approached your photography, getting in and out of wild spots, breaking cameras, your body, head, and face trying to get a photo. It was important. Each frame had a great elaborate story that somehow referenced the entire history of photography and mankind. Each frame was momentous.
It was, is, and will continue to be inspiring. In your honor, I hope to infuse more passion and devotion into my own photography.
A work trip to rainy SF for a weekend. Just recalling now that we went for dinner with a bunch of people and Kappy mentioned to the waitress that it was my birthday, “Nah, not my birthday.” And that was that. But it was! I had forgotten my birthday was a week before. I should’ve played along. Still fun tho.
I’m usually on 18th these days, this time I stayed on 24th Street. It was a pleasant surprise going to all my old spots coffee shops and restaurants and they remembered me from years before.
Part of the fun of moving these prints is clearing storage. It’s feels good to get rid of stuff. Not comparing myself talent or skill wise to Lil Wayne, but it reminds me of an interview I read with him. When he was putting out all those mixtapes, like 2 a month, what he was doing was going through all his notebooks of written lyrics. He was purging those books so he could go on to rap just off top like Jay-Z who never writes anything down.
Maybe I’m purging my prints so I don’t have to make them anymore. Just zines books and blogs from here on out.