Mi casa es su blanca

Round up the usual suspects: Maria, Tommi, Nabyl, Rope, Ioanna, Danny, John, Tomek, crazy Pig girl Meschina, Vuksa, Anna, Ioana, David, Giorgos, Carla, Sofia, Amin:

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, we walked into Rivoli.

I was informed Agata was the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a gross understatement.

Hector, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Play it, Zuza. Play 'As Time Goes By.'

We'll always have the chickens...

nikkokoul (SOUL)

Recorded. You are on my tape!

Soon I`m going to make short movie about Cassa event.



If anybody did video recordings, please send to me some to include.
Arturs, Riga, Latvia (Jaffa Magazine)

CASABLANCA HIPSTERS!

Yeah the Riz site is to complicated. So should we share stuff from our city here? Stuff that could be interesting?
Anyway the coolest guys in Casa!

ps. Hope to see some of you in Stockholm during fashion week 16-18th of august, we organize the fashion tradefair + award called +46 (www.plus46fashion.se)
For international press we can provide hotel rooms, but not flights so far, but we are working on it, so if someone wants to come please let know, and I will add you to our press list.


Greetings from Stockholm!

Tomas Rajnai

In Polish "fart" means good luck

And I wonder if the Little White Guys were aware of sending us off with these well wishes or if they were just spontaneously venting thier love when they left the last party of the conference in room 614 on friday night.

For those of you who weren't with us, let me quickly summarise the night when the MadMagz devolved into MadMagMinis. I think it was the combination of the booze we finally managed to amass and the smokables that a) were prevelant b)where miraculously procured by Niko, aka "The Intoxicator" and the general good vibe of 614 aka "Bitch City". Whatever the reason, the effect was like the fountain of youth. Maybe even... the fire hose of youth. Everyone got silly. The Bitches rounded off the evening with summersaults on their beds - a contest won hands down by John "tummble" Rod and recorded by Hecter [share, dude!]. The ever proper Little White Guys choose this as their cue to evacuate, which they did with charm and model politeness. They left and we thought that was that. Untill. We heard. From the hall. The thunder clap of ass gass released under tremendus pressure at such audio velocities that the whole party frooze as thier shirts and skirts billowed in the... um.. breeze. I run to the hall and saw the Little White Guys in their true form: Danny unbending from assult position and running helter scelter into 607 to the joyous whoopings of his not-so-proper-after-all friends. I haven't seen a stunt like that since my brother sat on my face with his bare butt and farted when we were 7 years old. Way to go guys!

The grand exit award goes to them, as the editor bitch and I concluded that night giggling ourselves to sleep. Unless of course someone has another nomination??? Speak up! - Publisher Bitch

Rainbow chickens

Bonjour everyone!

We want to hear you stories on Casablanca! We want to hear your ideas for the next conference! We want to see the pictures! We want everything!

I am still recovering from that wonderful trip and I want to say thanks to everyone. I had the best of times.

Here's a photo by Nikko Koulousios from SOUL magazine. Nikko I hope you don't mind sharing our chickens with everyone ;-)



Agata, the editor bitch from Poland