Mission


 
TO PRODUCE A GRIPPING ANNUAL MEETING POINT OF GLOBAL CREATIVE LEADERS WITH SERBIA AND SOUTH EAST EUROPE IN BELGRADE, WITH A NONPAREIL DESIGN CONFERENCE AS CENTREPIECE.

In this time of global economic crisis and economy of transition still developing in Serbia and a large part of South East Europe, our mission can only be to survive and successfully stage yet another amazing seven-days-festival of the creative industries, albeit the most relevant one in the 100-million people region between Vienna and Istanbul.

The foundation is clear – we have an amazing reputation to defend and develop further: our famous international three days conference has been voted one of the best global creative conferences by worldwide opinion leaders and media, 5 years in a row, and the list of participants is growing and setting absolutely new standards and perspectives, globally unmatched!

Additionally to the conference, respectful to economical realities, we continue to develop our next true mission point: to each year again and again transform the streets, museums, showrooms, workshops, studios, galleries, schools, media, and in general, the MINDS of Belgrade, into a week-long international place of connection between the creative industries and the world of business, without bias, enabling our citizens and visitors to enjoy an inspirational city-wide festival, as well as allowing Belgrade to fulfil its creative potential.

Our MISSION is to convert Lecturers to Ambassadors, Visitors to Members, and Everyone to Loyal Supporter.
 

Running in the morning through the city (down what the germans call a fussgangerzone) and being amazed by all the grand empty old buildings that reminded me of my Berlin beginnings. Grafitti on buildings. Lovely broken walls with acne'd facades from decades of reverse engineering. Discovering that all the ships on the river were party boats and open till the morning. Sweating so much in one of the clubs, my phone got messed up. Losing phone in said club. Visiting belgrade police station to report a then stolen phone to a twenty-something cop with a doctor's lab coat, listening to Rammstein (loudly) while hacking out my report on a pre-electric typewriter that looked (and sounded) as if it was from some era before typewriters were invented.   Thinking of Naked Lunch. Thinking of Die-Hard. Listening to architects talk about porous facades. Thinking of old smart bombs. Imagining the flash and crunch of several floors of reinforced concrete collapsing in on themselves. Wondering why I'm the only interactive guy here. Why are there so many beautiful women in Belgrade? Why are there so many beautiful women in Belgrade?!

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