Artists Edward Akrout and Jakob S. Boeskov sit in a Chinatown loft. It’s “spring” in New York and still bitterly cold.
The space is Boeskov’s. He’s had it for nearly 8 years, well before the area started to gentrify. Given his line of work, the warehouse has been entirely built out and redesigned, in a Scandinavian minimalism that has somehow managed to maintain remnants of the neighborhood’s characteristic grit and grime.
The two bounce from narratives of Nabokov and Lars Von Trier to postmodernism and the Third Reich. They’re sensitive intellectuals with wonderfully wacky ideas and often offensive truths. Akrout, 35, is a Parisian. Boeskov, 45, is Danish. Together, the two men make for an entertaining pair.
They met in the city, right around the corner from where we currently sit, roughly a year ago, although they’re obviously kindred spirits. Akrout’s medium is contemporary abstract, varying from oil paintings to ink drawings, while Boeskov’s is conceptual — videos and performance pieces. They teamed up to create their first joint…
