Kuala Lumpur doesn’t announce itself in a single view. It arrives in fragments—steam rising from satay grills, murals painted on peeling walls, the pulse of motorbikes weaving between glass towers and weathered shophouses.

Walking with my camera, I realized street photography isn’t just about capturing images; it’s about noticing. Each frame became a question: What stories live in these markets? Who built these walls? How does a city hold on to its past while racing toward its future?

This preview gathers some of those moments—food stalls that double as history lessons, workers whose quiet labor keeps the city alive, reflections that remind us the observer is never outside the frame. These fragments are small, but together they sketch the larger story of Kuala Lumpur, one I’ll be sharing in full next week.