Last spring I spent five months studying abroad in London. Stephen Sondheim hit the nail on the head when he wrote “There’s no place like London”. Don’t get me wrong, I missed Philadelphia every day I was there, but London has its own magical, unforgettable personality that I will love for the rest of my life.
This spring it’s my boyfriend, Alex’s turn to head to London. The other day he stumbled across a really extraordinary selection of street art in a place he’s called the “Graffiti Tunnel”.
Personally, I’m not much of a fan of graffiti. Graffiti is a type of script writing spray painted onto walls, trains, basically anywhere with a flat surface. Street art is more dedicated to painting and drawing actual images. I believe that some people use graffiti the wrong way, with profanity, and sexual innuendos, and those people are what gives the entire idea of street art a bad name. Nothing makes me more mad than seeing a dirty word on a street and knowing that one day a child will see that same thing and have that idea of street art forever.
I was surprised, however, when I saw Alex’s pictures. The graffiti tunnel was really beautiful. The colors blended together so perfectly to light up the underground tunnel miraculously. I was really blown away.