One of my favourite things about Malta is the accessibility of abandoned buildings.
Of course what leads to them being abandoned isn’t great. The majority of these buildings are casualties of the bottom falling out of the tourism market in certain areas. Some are just a shell, never getting so far as light fittings let alone furniture before the developers packed up and left. Others are ghosts of what could have been, marble tiled floors cracked and covered in beer cans, huge rooms that suggest bars or receptions – the only light being provided coming from the gaping hole in the ceiling or missing walls.
In the UK, these buildings are usually boarded up and guarded, their secrets shut away behind so much barbed wire. I personally think this is a great shame. These buildings contain stories, their decay a beautiful reminder of former or intended utility. I feel like these places deserve to be documented and remembered.
Recently, I went to an amazing abandoned hotel in Malta. Outside, people had set up beach and picnic gear on the former poolside area. Gazebos stretched between the gutted swimming pool and the sea.
Wandering around, my friend and I started guessing at what the rooms were. This one had to be the reception, the pillars in another suggested a bar or dining area. The toilets were more obvious, even with missing cisterns and mirrors reduced to a few fragments on the wall.
I’m currently trying to figure out how to turn these into composites. I really wish I could have arranged for a shoot there, or even manage to work past my discomfort in self-portraits, but I’ll use them somehow.