"At Hirst's studio on Glengall Road in Peckham yesterday, where the pill cabinets and butterfly paintings are made, workers would not talk about the job losses. One woman, wearing the Hirst "uniform" of a red sweatshirt with a skull on the back of it (inspired by Hirst's £50m diamond sculpture For the Love of God), said she didn't know anything about it.
Another, at the Newport Street studio in Lambeth where the spot paintings are produced, said she had been told not to talk to the press."
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Not only are you doing the work of another artist for peanuts- you have to wear a stupid sweatshirt and the prick didn't even have the decency to tell you to your face that you're being fired. I'm sure he was afraid, cause artists are weird. And artists that are tormented by the soul emptying work of producing art for more famous artists might be particularly touchy.
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