PRAO LIFE VS THUG LIFE

PHOTO BY OSCAR STENBERG

2faced1’s got an intern. 15-year-old Alex already knows a lot more than most adults ever will. We let him check out the blog his school computers are banning him from. That’s what we call to take social responsibility. This is PRAO LIFE VS. THUG LIFE - The Intern meets The Gypsie of Gypsie's Mega Trip:

The Intern: Who are you?
The Gypsie: I don’t know anymore. But not a nice person. I’ve started to like reggaeton again.

The Intern: So what’s your blog about?
The Gypsie: 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one.

The Intern: Do you want to provoke people with your blog and what you post? You post lots of nude pictures…
The Gypsie: Just because I’m not posting pics of cute cats doesn’t mean I want to provoke. And seriously, those Cute Cat blogs are the ones that are provocative for real! They’re like Nazi manifestos but with cats. I promise Front National is behind at least 3000 of them!

The Intern:Is your blog you in a nutshell or an exaggeration of you?
The Gypsie: It’s me in my three most common conditions. Over-excited, world hating or drunk.

The Intern: Do you really think that you’re gangsta because you play golf? (link)
The Gypsie: Playing golf and drinking Crystal is what the today’s gangsters do.  Good façade to keep up for cops and mom’s.

The Intern: Why do you call your brother brohoe? (link)
The Gypsie: Isn’t it a great name?...  Time to deconstruct the language!

The Intern: Do you hate Children? (link)
The Gypsie: Yepp.

The Intern: Do you always pose with your mouth open? (link)
The Gypsie: Hahaha! Fuck, you got me! Ok Top Model 2011 here we go then!

The Intern: Which middle-aged men do you like since you have very many bad experiences with them? (link)
The Gypsie: Honestly, none. But Decida’s dad seems to be a nice one. And I like my own dad too, as long as we don’t discuss politics.

The Intern: Do you feel a connection to candy or do you just have weird habits? (link)
The Gypsie: I don’t know what it is, but candy makes me act like a fucking hippie. I can’t stop thinking of each piece as a living being and that I have to treat them all equally. Sociopath warning 2.0, I know. It must be the result of a sugar-free childhood. I grew up with popcorn. And then I discovered candy and went crazy.           

The Intern: Were the royal couple, Victoria and Daniel good dancers? (link)
The Gypsie: Victoria did directly qualify to dance in a Sean Paul video. Shake that thing miss Royal Vicky shake that thing! Daniel on the other hand, was a disaster. He just sit-danced. Everyone knows it’s impossible to look fly when you’re sit-dancing. Royalities should know about such things.  He looked like he was scratching his ass against the chair.

The Intern: So what do you mean when you wrote that you’re afraid of today’s youth acting and dressing like 30 year old’s and that you want to get Alzheimer’s before we rule the world ? (By the way, you spelled Alzheimer’s wrong...) (link)
The Gypsie: Ok if you’ll rule the world Alex, I’ll definitely stay alive! But otherwise I don’t know. I mean, look at the kids today! They act like disgusting adults when they’re twelve! Think about how they’ll be when they’re grown-ups! Goooosh! I really hope I’m dead before that…                                                               

The Intern: Is all the things you write on the blog true or are you exaggerating?

The Gypsie: It’s more like I have to tone down stuff. And yet people think I'm kidding, or making things up. Stööööört.

The Intern: What does style mean to you?
The Gypsie: The construction and deconstruction of bodies and identities, political activism and cultural contexts.

The Intern: How would you describe your style?
The Gypsie: Aaron Carter goes Crust Punk versus Keith Flint in grills?
                                                                                                                                         
The Intern: Who were you when you were in my age; as a teenager?  
The Gypsie:A naive snowboarding horse girl who broke into caravans and made out with skaters.

The Intern: What’s the meaning of life?
The Gypsie: There’s no meaning. But you can find things to live for anyway. Like horses, riots and porridge… Oooh! There we got the happy ending aswell! Perfect!
The Intern: No comments.