the art collectors

From the depths of NY’s downtown scene (so deep he’s in Brooklyn and you haven’t heard of him), comes Max Burkeman. We dare to call his first foray into visual art nothing short of brilliant. Burkeman rides a challenging line between conceptual and comodification-where Warhol handguns meet Duchampian readymades. One can only assume if Larry Gagosian and Leo Castelli joined forces somewhere in the mid 1970s, that Max Burekman would be the bastard golden child of their collective machine.

At 9 years old, MB is no stranger to the art world, and is evidently being fueled by the notoriety of his father, DB Burkeman, a prominent collector and entrepreneur with impressive roots in the music business. When questioned about his son’s new series, he noted, “Max has shifted his eagle eye to the world stage of war and its ramifications on commerce & culture. Like Damien Hirsts skate decks, these works are not intended to live in a sterile gallery, but rather be worn as jewelry pieces, making the statement, ‘War, what is it good for?'”

Look out Schnabels, there’s a new kid in town.