K4 club: my favourite basement

There is only one club in the whole country that deserves to be called a club. K4. It became legendary, not just because of the program, but because of the people who created the scene.
It's a place of crazy artists, musicians, DJs, designers, creative and open-minded folk.
I am lucky and proud to be one of them.
After Mikec and Nina took over the program and visual management, K4 became even better than ever and foreign star DJs put the club on their map of favourite visits.

I will always be loyal and faithful to this club, and I will always be working for it for free. ;)
(well, for a lifetime VIP pass)

This is the photo for the latest flyer design and the most recent collaboration that I stuck my little fingers into.

Interesting fact #1: the above photo is a product of croatian, slovenian, russian and australian creatives. And an austrian marmot. Stuffed.

Photography & art direction by Marta Lamovšek, clothes by Davorka Požgan, assistant of photographer Kate Hosking, models Saša Omerović & Anna Novikova & Svizec the Marmot

Fucked up and wasted or How I found more sugardaddies

Last night's Blogorola party was one of those nights where I go: God I love my friends!
Even though it was not the dirty, fat breakbeat night, the overall atmosphere was fantastic.
Cocktails were being poured in large quantities into our mouths, while Jamirko and Pier played all the disco evergreens from Thriller to Get into the groove and beyond.
I was wearing zebra from below my waist, and from the above I was a can-can dancer. (when my official photographer sobers up, I will publish a photo or two)
I can't recall when was the last time, or if there ever was such time, that we arrived at the party so early. (21h!) This means that only the weird ones were there, my urban tribe at this hour is still asleep and will come to k4 much much later. Which means that a horny vulture with cowboy hat immediately started to hit on all three of us, girls. Annoying, but who can blame him. At least he shows great taste for women.
Marta introduced me to all her collegues from Blogorola by saying: Davorka, this is my sugardaddy! I was happy too. :) Lately they come to me, without me even looking. ;)
Nice boys, specially a big guy Simon who I grooved with in the pool.
At the aforementioned "much much later" the tribe appeared. The love vibes went down in a crowded toilet and I can happily say that plans for this years New Year's Eve party are underway.....