“What a quintessential marriage of cool and style,” wrote Norman Mailer, in his 1973 book The Faith of Graffiti, “to write your name in giant separate living letters, large as animals, lithe as snakes, and to do it in a winter night when the hands are frozen and only the heart is hot with fear. No wonder the best of the graffiti writers, those mountains of heavy masterpiece production, [such as] Stay High, get the respect, call it the glory, that they are known, famous and luminous as a rock star.”