Miss Schoening presents a sensitive display of photographs of a wide range of subjects, ranging from studies of the textures of wooden doors to delicate renderings of people and animals. Invariably, her people are arranged in a slightly disturbing, slightly bizarre setting; the quality that is out of the ordinary is hard to pinpoint it is vaguely as if Jean Cocteau were making stills of a movie he never planned to produce.
—James Monte
March 1963
VOL. 1, NO. 9
