Buried beneath the cliffs of Maroubra, in what was once a forgotten wartime relic, Bunker Lab was imagined not as a shelter—but as a spark. A place where concrete walls could hum with bass, paint, and poetry.

The idea was simple: take what was hidden, and turn it into a beacon.
Inside this repurposed bunker, rawness wasn’t something to fix—it was the aesthetic. Cracked walls told stories. Rusted pipes echoed new sounds. Every corner was reimagined as a canvas for emerging artists, musicians, performers, and weird, beautiful experiments that didn’t fit anywhere else.

This was never just an event space. It was a reunion point. A lab. A creative testing ground for a new underground—one that belonged to the youth, the restless, the unheard.
You didn’t need a label to walk through that heavy door. Just an idea and the courage to share it.

The branding had to echo all of that.
So I built it like the space itself—gritty, modular, flexible. A brutalist heart with fluid energy. The visual identity plays with shadows and flashes of light, like a rave in a cave. Stark typography meets analog textures. The color palette borrows from rust, salt, and midnight oil. It breathes the same air as the artists who’d bring this place to life.

Bunker Lab is fictional—for now. But it lives in the cracks of possibility, where forgotten spaces are waiting to become something else entirely.