Today is Eid al-Adha, an important Islamic Festival, I previously covered the famous street prayers conducted by Bangladeshi migrant workers at the Jalan Silang area. They have stopped congregating at the venue years ago. Being a regular street photographer at the Pasar Borong area in Selayang. I was tipped and invited by friendly residents. Knowing my interest, several well meaning workers invited me to sit in with them, even knowing I am not a Muslim.
10 Tips For Photographing The Thaipusam Festival.
Every year, thousands of shutterbugs congregate at #BatuCaves during #Thaipusam.
Due to the increased popularity of the hobby, there are now more people carrying camera equipment than devotees bearing the kavadi.
I've been shooting the event since the days of Ektachrome. 16mm Bolex and Betacam, so here are a few tips:
1. Don't over-carry. Use a small messenger bag instead of a bulky backpack. Don't even need to carry a big bottle of mineral water. You can obtain water for free or buy easily.
A video - Dancing With Kavadis
The soup or syrup turned cloudy when I stirred it. Greenish contamination from the natural pandan (screwpine) colouring, I wanted to add Ribena cordial to it. In the end, I went with my mom's suggestion of adding Nescafe and evaporated milk.
Happy Winter Solstice 2016 today. Also known as the Dōngzhì Festival or Tang Chuek or Kor Tung in Chinese culture.
Panasonic Lumix GM-1, ISO 200, f6.3, 1/160 sec.
#foodphototography #dongzhi #tangyuan #chinesefestival #chineseculture #wintersolstice #lumix
At the raffia string barrier to the rave party, one guy asked what 'house music' do I like. A question that was to serve as a secret handshake for admission. I told him the DJ is playing techno, not house. (I like techno too, though).
Reminiscing a bit: I spent a year, almost every night, at the decadent and legendary Backroom KL , the clubbing venue that was famous globally, in its relatively short lifetime.
It was finally busted for opening past 9 am daily and for clubbers possessing every known designer and recreational stimulant.
Continuing my series on festival day in the ghetto. A little Burmese Muslim girl is dressed in her Hari Raya best.
She's sitting on a squashed box by the roadside. Those red spots on the pavement are not colour run from her brand new dress. They are betelnut spit spat out by the many chewers here.
The girl has grabbed a front row seat, behind the raffia strings cordoning off the area. People are milling around, looking serious, waiting for something.
Behind the wall of spectators, is an exciting game of sepak takraw. The community organises some informal events for the special day of Eid.
Fittingly, one of the events is Sepak Takraw, a favourite sport played here on Sundays. Sepak takraw is a kind of foot volleyball played with a woven rattan ball.
Some historians believe the Burmese 'Chinlone' artform (single-player takraw-style kicking) was derived from Cuju (catch ball), a form of military exercise from ancient China circa 3rd century BC.
He made another turn into yet another dodgy back lane and I can hear a roar this time. Around the corner, was a wall of people, several in traditional Burmese longyi sarong. They were watching something.
Hameed turned to look at me before assimilating into the crowd. As we both panted and try to catch our breath, he shouted: You go ahead and enjoy watching. Don't go asking strange questions again, OK?
I spent a weird but wonderful Hari Raya with the Burmese Muslim community in KL. It started with me visiting my Rohingya friend Hameed for Eid.
Unfortunately, he wasn't home when I went calling. His housemate suggested I take a walk in the neighborhood, and I should find him.
So off I went walking and ran into this old cock by the kerb. When I asked whose chicken is this, people became nervous, agitated, turned away or bolted. Strange, right?
Finally, one brave guy whispered from my back: What are you doing???
It turned out to be my friend Hameed. Haha.