New York City, the place artists dream about. The city where everyone whose anyone, our idols, struggled to get buy, working odd jobs and partying through the night because art was worth the shitty apartment and the hangovers. But the city that never sleeps isn't for the staving artists anymore. It has become a place where the corporate drones are starving. Struggling to get by with their 55k salary and 60 hour work week. Gone are the days of flat rate rent, trading performances for housing. For just getting by to get by; to sacrifice comfort for art. Because let's be real discomfort is art. New York has turned Starbucks. Over priced and unoriginal in the most painful sense of the word. New York is not for the starving artist anymore.