Non existent, or better yet, a work in progress is what Aidan humbly says his work is. Just 24 years of age, Aidan tells MULA that he started photography just about a year ago. “I like shouting “FILM IS DEAD!” just for fun, even though it definitely isn’t. I’ll most likely have a camera on me wherever I go just in case, and am quite shy about my photography.”
I’ll take you back to November 30, 2019. It was a sweaty party that I arrived too early for. One claypot chicken rice, two Family Mart trips and three dead phones later, the whole of REX KL was housing the likes of party go-ers and anti-socialites crooning lullabies to themselves in corners.
John Hafiz: Before I was an editor, I used to write. A lot. Then I fell in love with films. The reason I went into editing was because I thought that understanding how to edit a film would give me the extra mileage in telling a great story. I feel that it does. And, from this experience in editing, I fell in love with films even more. I started to see myself in it—as if filmmaking could be my very own ‘playground’.
Eudora Maya is a 22 year old photographer who creates her work based on nostalgia. Eudora think it’s quite liberating to be a part of a creative scene in Malaysia. Malaysia is a special place for her because of that.
my name is still jolene lau wai leng
born on the day of the dead in the year 1996 at 9:20am to a family of infidelity, paper boats and incense smoke. The halogen bulbs in the hospital where my mother gave birth to me seem to diffuse the same indifferent glow in the masjid where i recited kalimah syahadah.
I had all the tools I needed, and still, I couldn’t understand my feelings on my own. I felt guilty because I couldn’t take care of myself. But I had overlooked one of the important things to do when feeling some type of way: asking for emotional support from your loved ones. I’m still struggling to do it.
Case study: Me (22+, F). I’ve been a germaphobe for as long as I’ve known what germs are. I remember feeling grossed out when kids ate things off the floor in kindergarten. I remember refusing to use the washroom in primary school because public school toilets were an experience, even if you weren’t terrified of bacteria. I remember thinking to myself that I would rather spoon my eyeball out than touch a public sink; my friends had to always help me turn the tap. I forced myself to grow out of it though, because fuck it, microorganisms are everywhere and if I can’t enjoy a nice hot plate of char kuey teow all just because there are a pair of rats in the drain next to me fighting over a Ramly burger bun that’s turned green, I ain’t living. Malaysia boleh.
You may know her as Lunadira, cover artist turned indie it-girl who makes sad girls feel #seen. However, when I think about Nadira a few things come to mind. She reminds me of sunsets and earthy colours, of 2017, of beautifully structured sentences and sincere heart-to-hearts. Here's the conversation.
An immediate stream of thoughts started to aggressively flood my mind, ‘I haven’t even written my fucking resolutions yet!’. In the couple of weeks that followed, a feeling of nagging unrest clung to me like a piece of gum permanently stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
Our latest segment by writer Natasha Pea where she answers any of your odd or common questions.
"I tried to capture the pair of oddballs in all their obnoxious queer glory looking out-of-place in contrast to that distinct quaint quality you find in old terraced houses of PJ neighbourhoods -by doing this I also got the chance to immortalise my own relationship to that house which acted as my safe space for the past year; MAJOR BONUS."