“How I got into this? Well― Like Frost, you know, I saw two roads diverging in a wood. So I bushwhacked a path in some other direction. I mean―who wants to follow a crowd through the forest?” — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“Look― shoot all you want. With a camera you can barely capture a soul at a time. With planned obsolescence, you can terminate everyone's… — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“I'm sure the only act that sells more books than a good banning is a good burning.” — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“How I got into this? Well― Like Frost, you know, I saw two roads diverging in a wood. So I bushwhacked a path in… — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“No, I don't work here, I'm taking pictures of messy bathrooms for a photo essay on the American West. But I'm always up for… — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“Don't tell them you're not a Marxist, darling, we saw Duck Soup together at the Rialto just last week.” — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“Actually, no. I won't ever go digital. I work with thirty-five or large format. I like the hand-jobs, you know. And I still do… — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
“Some photographers could vomit on a piece of paper and call it art, you know... Hang it in the Guggenheim, or whatever. Sell a… — Pansy Schneider-Horst Copy Share Image
