By-laws dictate that no more than two people may sit at a single table on the pavement in Kensington where I stand, parched and confounded, on a blazing summer afternoon. I'm trying to grab a drink with Scandinavian art pranksters Michael Elmgreen and Ingar Dragset. The local council also prohibits us from claiming two tables in a row on this particular stretch. So finally, we sit as if outside the headmaster's office, chairs against the wall, giggling at the Kafka-like absurdity of inflexible regulations. There could be no better place to start talking to these long-term rule-breakers, whose collaboration over two decades is notable for consistent and acute irreverence.
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