Apparently the recession is hitting them, too…or at least their parents, who ultimately pay for it all. A bit of Schadenfreud from the New York Times which is having its own problems with parents and money.
My parents sent me $500 the day I moved to NYC and it lasted me eight years…though there were weeks when I ate nothing but day-old bagels, and I’d go out to dinner with anyone who asked.
Of course, I was never really an “artist”. Mostly because I couldn’t afford it.