Western culture has an obsession with image and name. We deify pop stars and media icons, not to mention brand names. This phenomenon has an extremely handy side effect for a few people involved. They make shiploads of cash.

We buy image, we don't by product. Product is only a convenient vessel for whatever company's latest flagship. We are taught, by the same people who push this shit, that to be famous and well known (and preferably well sorted, financially) is the most desirable thing on earth. Become a rock-star, kids!!! Chicks will dig ya, guys'll worship ya and you'll get stinking rich!!! FAME is important. What happens then, when a kid from Woolston, or even from Cashmere has a moment of clarity early on in puberty and thinks, "well fuck, there are eight or so BILLION people on this earth, my chances of getting some of that fame stuff are pretty limited if I go the route most of those people take, what am I to do?"

Some start writing on walls.
- Sammy Hudson from Public Enemy Number One. (1998)

On the wall of the Christchurch courthouse (originally the Society of Arts building):

RINSE (props to 1080)

On a train washer designed to remove graffiti from trains with high pressure sprays of corrosive:

NUBS
REDOK_
BLIP
D BYD (capped by pilot pen writing stating `this is nigga artwork'; swastikas appear elsewhere)
.Flex.
"PC."

Lurq
NUBSONE
DYME
Fuck the Buff (Buffing is the process of graffiti removal)
KODER
LKAY
CASE
SINE
VERSE* UAC. FX
DCY4
KATCH F.E.

On the wall of a Harcourt's Realestate agency beneath a sign proclaiming "This area is under video surveillance):

BIGUPS.DOZER.ASIA.RATZ.EVEZ.SWAT.PHAT.JUST.SCREAM.HTS.
1TIME.LKAY.KENS.LKN.RISK.WEBS.TANK.IKON.POTS.PNC.

On the door of a local house club called Sababa (a Hebrew name meaning cool and strong):

JUDDA
DCYPHIER
XPRIS
DTR
APEER
STRYFE
SCOPE
D-FORCE
DCY$
RISK
FYRE
PYSC
CYRIS
KODA
NETS
WIZARD
JEWVINILE