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2FACED1.com shows one persons two different faces in photos;

Persona 1:

Persona 2:

This leads to a discussion about stereotypes and inner fears of getting misunderstood by the surroundings. Thoughts that every thinking modern day person does reflect upon. We're asking every day people from an innercity context where old categories as ethnicity, nationality, gender, sexuality and class are reassessed, why they choose to look like they do. We’re diggin' deep, peeling off garments, codes and attributes. We’re searching for transnational identities - is the conclusion that we choose whoever we want to be today?!



A 2FACED1 is highly aware of existing stereotypes related to your own ethnicity, color, nationality, gender, sexual orientation and class. You’re trying to avoid them but sometimes also play with them to make people think twice about who you are. Two faced doesn’t mean anything negative here, it explains the double folded view you have on identity if you’re not the existing norm. Self awareness is a gift, because it also helps you to understand other peoples situations better. To be a 2FACED1 is to have the feet in different worlds, be able to move between them but feel rather at home in that space in between. You've stepped out of your comfort zone and has become one of the new identities where ol' categories are mashed up and rootlessness and non-given identity just means major possibilities.

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2FACED1 is a state of mind, 2FACED1.com is a display-window for this mindset and the network of 2FACED1 includes all of you progressive non-stereotypes with a double perspective on identity .



Decida -  Editor, Founder, Creative Director (Stockholm)
Oscar Stenberg - Web, Photography (Stockholm) 
Linn Marcusson - Writer, Style Assistant (Gypsie's Mega Trip) (Stockholm) 
Spoek Mathambo - (the Zombo Blog) (Johannesburg)
Alex Dabo - ( the Do The Dabo Blog) (Stockholm) 
Mira Bajagic - Event / Production (London)
Pernilla Philip -  Design (Amsterdam)


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Post date Wed 6 Apr 2011 7:38 PM


Yesterday a middle-aged man asked me if he could take a picture of me. The reason why I mention age and gender here is because 99% of the humans who could have been just humans, have instead become the category Middle-Aged Men: A category that embodies our society’s power structures and got brains corrupt with postcolonial sexist bullshit. So there I was again. In the middle of some kinda situation with a human, or eventually a middle-aged man, who wanted something from me. But this one seemed pretty happy so I thought I could work on my prejudices and hope for a better world, so I said OK.  After spending the day with the very derivated Decida and Shamoun, I went to a book store… And who do you think sneaks up behind a book shelf and say HIIIIII THEEEEERE ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME AGAIN!???? The Very Very Same Middle Aged Man with The Very Very Same Happy Face (but a bit more creepy this time) of course. And after X number of creepy situations with creepy middle-aged men, I'm a little bit too used to it. So instead of leaving because I might deal with a creepy stalker, I start behaving like Doctor Incest in random stupid Readers' Queries where everything always is soooo ok and normal. So I say heeey yeah, nice to see you again too. Please stalk me, flash your saggy dick, grab my ass and do whatever you want because you middle-aged men are always soooo ok and normal and I’m sooo sorry that I have to go now 'cause it was really nice to talk to you again, have a nice day bla bla bla. And then I walk home, become myself again and wanna kill my suicidal kindness, the world and every middle-aged man once again.

Here's a small extract from my Middle Aged-Men-Situations CV.(OBS! Doesn't include the usual every-other-weekend sexual harassment)



2002: A hunted middle-aged man throws himself in through our kitchen window in the middle of the night. My dad runs down naked from his bedroom upstairs and fights with the intruder til police arrives. Blood everywhere.

2002: A naked and masturbating middle-aged man hides in our horse paddock to watch the swimming children on the other side of the stream with binoculars.

2002: Our neighbors and the local day nursery tell us that a middle-aged man “steals” baby poop from the diapers in the garbage. (Att: He didn’t steal the whole diaper. He just took out the poop from it and brought it home or something).

2003: A middle-aged man street cast me to be the leading part in a porn movie and starts to harass me when I decline.

2003: A middle-aged man lays naked on the pier and masturbates at the city “beach”

2004: My boss says that he heard that I’ve pierced nipples and wonder if I fuck girls and if I cum when they lick my titties.

2010: A middle-aged man flash his cock and masturbates “for” me and other park guests.

2011: A middle-aged man walks up to me while I’m peeing behind a tree. He bends down, takes a close-up look at my cunt and asks how much it would cost to buy me for a night. 


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