In a quiet, sun-drenched room high above the rhythm of the city, Alvin Ooi stands in a tailored grey suit—polished, composed, captivating. The world outside the window is vast, but it's the world within Alvin that truly draws the eye.
Born in Malaysia, shaped by the culture of Singapore, and now thriving in Canada, Alvin’s story is one of courage and self-discovery. As a queer model, his move to Canada wasn’t just for opportunity—it was for liberation. “It was the first time I felt I didn’t have to edit myself,” he once said. “That’s where the real modeling began.”
In this exclusive shoot with longtime collaborator Stefan Chiu, that freedom is rendered in elegant layers. The sequence begins with precision: a monochrome suit, crisp lines, controlled energy. But as the shoot evolves, the clothing slips away, piece by piece, revealing not only Alvin’s chiseled form, but also the soft power in his vulnerability.
He loosens the buttons of his white shirt, unveiling the deep lines of his torso—strong, defined, unapologetic. There is something sacred in the way he peels back the layers, never rushed, each motion deliberate. Sitting on the edge of a bed, bare-chested and relaxed, Alvin offers a moment of playful defiance as he plants a kiss on his flexed bicep—a symbol of self-love, of pride in the journey his body has made.
In nothing but his trousers, he drapes himself across the bed, half in shadow, half in golden light. The sensuality here isn’t overt—it’s elemental. It’s the curve of his spine, the relaxed poise of someone utterly at home in his skin.
In the quiet hush of his loft apartment, Alvin Ooi sits alone, the soft morning light filtering through gauzy curtains. A gentle heat burns faintly in his chest as he regards the mirror’s reflection—a portrait of complete comfort in his own skin. His lean frame is relaxed, the tension of the outside world melting away. Every shift of his body feels confident and full of purpose; he knows each curve and line intimately, as if rediscovering the art of his form all over again. In this stillness, Alvin savors the luxury of solitude, the world beyond these walls far removed, and breathes deeply into a quiet ritual meant only for him.
A warm shiver begins in the middle of his spine, spreading outward as Alvin closes his eyes and lets his hands move slowly over himself, each touch tender and deliberately mindful. His thoughts drift—memories of past shoots, the weight of expectation—then clear away, leaving only the present sensation and a simple truth: he deserves this moment. There’s no shame here, only a private celebration of all he is. His fingers trace familiar contours, awakening a deep, humming energy that pulses through him. Alvin’s breath deepens; the room becomes small and sacred as waves of pleasure slowly build. With every gentle motion, he releases a little more of the pressure he’s carried, the silent music of his release building in crescendo.
Finally, a single gasp slips past his lips as the crescendo washes over him—a quiet eruption of release that feels like light bursting through clouds. Alvin’s body relaxes completely, every muscle softening as tension drains away, leaving him warm and glowing in the aftermath. In this moment of complete release, he feels an almost spiritual clarity. He’s alone but not lonely, triumphant in a way that only freedom can feel. Lying back against the pillows, his heart beats steadily as pride blooms in his chest. This intimate ritual, though private and simple, has reaffirmed something profound: he is proud of who he is, utterly at home in his body, and revels in the quiet liberation of owning that truth.
Later, he appears in a thick, white blanket—nude beneath, but guarded. There’s intimacy in the way he pulls it close, inhales its warmth, and lingers by the window once more. His silhouette, framed by soft light, speaks of peace hard-won and deeply felt.
The final image is quietly powerful: Alvin, bare but for the blanket cover his genital, staring out at the horizon. His face is not only satisfied—it’s serene. As if he’s seeing not just the city, but the life he’s built with fierce authenticity.
This is not just a photoshoot. It is a meditation on masculinity, sensuality, and freedom. Through Stefan Chiu’s lens, and Alvin Ooi’s presence, we are reminded that the boldest beauty often lies in the quietest moments of truth.
