Born in Malaysia
Born in Malaysia began long before I became a photographer.
It began in my childhood, sitting in the back seat of my father’s car as he drove through the small towns and back roads of Perak. He wasn’t a man who spoke much, but he showed me something far more enduring: how to notice people.
Where heritage, humanity, and quiet truth meet.
Those early journeys shaped my instinct long before I understood it. Decades later, when I returned to Malaysia after years abroad, those memories called me back. I found myself retracing the roads of my boyhood, meeting the same kinds of people who once filled our car windows. Born in Malaysia grew from that impulse — to preserve what time was erasing, to honour lives rarely photographed, and to hold our collective heritage with care.
Stories of home, held with dignity and care.
Today, it stands as a living portrait archive of the people who built this nation quietly and steadily. Every portrait is a record of dignity. Every story a reminder of who we are.
