Some time ago I had a dream about my friend that I visited in Malta last year. Getting ready for what to expect from a very small piece of land, I researched the fashion scene on the island (evidence here). Having read my initial post my friend laughed saying that the only fashion I’d find on the island were pantie-less partygoers in mini dresses. I refused to believe her and as we stocked up on vouchers for free booze (Malta’s generous like that), I turned off my fashion radar and just danced. So no, I did not see any flashing.
Albeit my visit being brief, I believe I had a taste of almost all things Maltese, starting with mouth-watering pastries, finishing with the badass bus drivers on Soviet-like buses. It’s my understanding that those have been replaced by newer models. Pitty, they had so much character in them.
Somewhere inbetween serpentine cliff roads and racing near-death buses, I understood what Malta reminded me of – Alexandria mixed with my trusty friend, Vilnius. It’s perfectly Mediterranean yet with a very specific charm. One of its charms was that friend of mine that I visited whom I miss dearly right now.
Sea images: swiming costume by Yamamay. Sight seeing images: vest by All Saints, military jacket by Alice+Olivia, denim shorts by Republic, brogues by New Look, logo bag by DKNY. Evening images: dress by Edun, Gino Ventori red pumps (also known as the first pair of heels that I ever purchased).
(The Malta at night image is by Juliette Melton)
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