Tag Archives: Australia

Building Bullshit

28 Jan

You’ve got to love the desecration of political propaganda. Snapped on Australia Day 2011, I thought it appropriate to commemorate the waffle of national pride with this cream topping (in a can) of a culture-jam (a couple days late I know but… whatever). Perhaps fair comment is a more appropriate label for this work of poster vandalism. I like the A sign strategically placed next to the blacked out Labor Party Logo, transforming it into anarcho-syndicalist colours… who said old leftist dreams are dead. Shamefully un-Australian of me (and this spray can warrior) I know, but that’s free-speech for you – lap it up.

Building Bullshit

Political bullshit in its myriad forms



Dictation… not!

14 Dec

I generally steer away from snapping tags, mainly because they are the graffiti equivalent of dogs marking trees, and other landmarks, with their piss. However when I saw that someone had co-opted the otherwise hilarious dictation tag of the Summer Height’s High character Jonah Takalua, I thought it worthy of a mention – in the stupid department of course. Not only because it is an appropriation of someone else’s tag, and therefore very bad form, but because it was scrawled all over the equipment in a toddler’s play park.

For those unfamiliar with Summer Heights High, it is a mokumentary of an Australian High School following three main characters, all of which are played by the masterful Chris Lilley. The three characters are the egotistical drama teacher Mr G, the equally vain exchange student Ja’mie King and the clueless bad boy Jonah. The comedy is that cringe-worthy close to the bone character based style that seems to have come to the fore in Anglo comedy in the naughties – a style which people either love or hate.

Below is an excerpt where Jonah explains his tag and demonstrates his detention wagging strategy:

Here are the imitation tags found in the park down the road where my toddler likes to frolic.

Nice one numb-nuts

And the full effect... careful, genius at work.

More from this muppet in a future post.

V.B. – Wasted Daily

6 Dec

I’m a big fan of culture jamming, especially the appropriation of logos. That’s why I was chuffed when I saw this sticker plastered on the wall next to the Commonwealth Bank ATM in High St., Thornbury. For those not acquainted with Australian beers, VB (Victoria Bitter) is the working mans bevy made famous in this wide brown land by the “I’ve got it now” commercial. As you can see below the typical VB drinker is a wife beater wearing, hard working bloke who looks forward to beer-o’clock (“comin’ on around four”) and a good piss up with his mates.

Compare and contrast the VB logo appropriated by unknown artist and social commentator… subtle, perhaps not, but definitely worthy of a chuckle.

VB logo culture jam

They’re Everywhere!?!

23 Nov

Ever since I learnt to read I have been fascinated by the messages that people leave on walls. One of my favourite childhood memories of our family road trips, trekking to our holiday house in Lake Eildon, is stoping off at the regular pitstop at Yea and reading the latest jokes scrawled onto the walls of the public loo. One that had us in hysterics, multiple times, was “I came to shit and stink but all I did was sit and think.” Oh to be 7 again.

As I got older and more politicised, I started paying attention to the protest slogans and culture jamming that popped up around town. From the simple and direct “Smoking Kills” scrawled in ugly black paint on defaced cigarette bilboards (when they were still legal in Australia), to the mind-bending “Punks still not dead” which graced the walls of Lunar Park in St Kilda for a while back in the 90’s.

Since the coming of age of the camera toting mobile phone, I’m sure I’m not the only person who has sniggered and snapped random pieces of salacious graffiti that has caught their fancy. The purpose of this blog is to capture some of the serendipitous scrawls that I come across – be they profound or ridiculous – and share them with you, dear reader. Hopefully the words captured in these images will show, to paraphrase Nietzsche, that lover of condensed profundity, what others try to say in a whole book. Or at least give you a chuckle as you marvel at the outporings of some of the felt-tipped warriors who dare to share their inner world with the rest of us.