RANDOM PATTERNEED GESTURES x GNARLY!

Eighteen Years of Paint, Patience, and Pattern

Before hashtags and hashtags of brands, there were walls. And before anyone called it “street culture,” there were kids with cans, sketchpads, and something to say.

That’s where Random Patterneed Gestures comes in. A graffiti crew that’s been keeping Philippine streets loud for 18 years. They’ve painted bridges, busted myths, and built one of the strongest underground brotherhoods in local street art. And we’re proud to say that one of our own Ibin, Gnarly’s designer and street storyteller is part of that lineage.

How It Started

Graffiti in the Philippines has always been an act of claiming space. Back in the 2000s, while most city walls were gray, a few started to speak names, tags, characters, chaos, and truth.

Crews like RPG were part of that first real wave. They weren’t painting for clout, they were painting for presence. For a sense of we exist here too.

Their style grew out of the heat, humidity, and hustle of Manila. Bright, bold, slightly messy, always human. Each wall became a diary, each tag a pulse.

It wasn’t just vandalism; it was visual rebellion. Art without permission.

Why Gnarly Fits Right In

Graffiti and Gnarly were born from the same itch. Both came up in cracked concrete, late-night ideas, and pure DIY energy. Both believed you don’t need approval to make something that matters.

When we saw RPG marking their 18th year, it didn’t feel like a collab but it felt like a homecoming.

Gnarly’s roots are in streetwear, but our blood’s in street culture; from skaters to scribblers, from DIY merch tables to walls that became museums overnight.

We’ve always looked up to crews like RPG. The ones who never stopped even when the paint ran thin, even when the walls got buffed clean. Because just like us, they don’t wait for the world to notice; they make it impossible to ignore.

Eighteen Years Later

The anniversary jam was pure fire. No stage lights, no big sponsors, no marketing fluff.
Just walls, cans, ladders, bikes, snacks, and friends. The street became the studio.

The final piece? A mural that hits like a time capsule. Monsters, characters, chaos, color; everything that makes our scene what it is: raw, restless, and ridiculously good.

Here’s to Random Patterneed Gestures, the crew that’s kept our cities alive with color for nearly two decades.

And to every artist still sneaking out with a marker, chasing the same rush; this one’s for you.