“Hey wait up, lemme take a pic of this.” I say to Riley Jones, fellow Journalism student and photographer extraordinaire.
I ready my camera, waiting feverishly for two uni students to escape up the stairs and out of the shot.
The Sydney Graffiti Tunnel was like nothing else.
Instead of boring stone arches and white brick walls my eyes were entertained instead by shades of blue, red and green splayed across the floors, walls and ceiling. It was as if I had entered a world devoid of the stark, clean, and mostly historic architecture that Sydney University was well renowned for.