
To find my bearings, I walked… and I walked. It’s the only way that I know to get a real sense of any place I’ve ever landed in. So, leaving the vast concrete and glass apartment complex, perched on a peninsula, I turned down one narrow side-street after another – off the main drag of Sliema – and the true architectural beauty of Malta began to reveal itself… Helen Jones-Florio / Times of Malta

Having lived long-term in two major capitals, London and New York, where ‘rejuvenation’, ‘gentrification’, ‘generi-fication’ – however you want to tag it – has left its mark, which sadly, all too often means taking something away…


Each and every door or facade has a story – and, someone, somewhere on the island can tell it. And, I want to see what’s behind the doors – hence, I’m often peeking through letterboxes and broken windows! Read full feature in Times of Malta
Related posts ‘Disappearing Malta‘ & ‘Behind Closed Doors’
BEING SOCIAL
@FLORIO_GALLERY / @FLORIOTRAVELS / @JASONFLORIO INSTAGRAM
PHOTOSTELLSTORIES – FB
@floriophotoNYC – Twitter
Doors & Facades, Malta – Flickr