about 2faced1.com

"2FACED1 is a visionary digital network,  a loose collective with members in Europe, Africa and North America, bound together by what we call ‘stereotypophobia’."


 

Stereotypophobia

“It is all about critical questioning of what identity really is. Would you be the same person in another context? Does society have certain expectations on you based on traditional parameters like class, gender, color, sexual orientation, religious beliefs and so on? And how much do these expectations affect your so-called self? Every forward thinking person are aware of those things, its a gift which  also make you relate to other peoples struggles.”

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THE 2FACED1 NETWORK

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 .

 

2FACED1.com:

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

 

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Damage Report

Post date Tue 28 Aug 2012 9:01 PM

Marina Abramović                                                                                                                                                         

Firemark - The Way They Run 7"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Via p1ss                                                                                                                                                                 

OMG! Firemark - Damage Report!!!! Got hold of this 7" from legendary old Linköping based emo band that almost killed me back in the days. And now I've been staring at the ceiling for three days while playing it over and over again and I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive what it does to me again. I was much stronger when I was seventeen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Facebook

Post date Sun 19 Aug 2012 9:24 PM

Via p1ss

Suttit på Facebookchatten hela dagen. Väntat på att ett ragg ska gå online. Som nån jävla osäker ICQfjårtiz nittioåtta. Men på den tiden existerade den där personen. Det gör den inte nu.   

Rave To My Grave

Post date Mon 6 Aug 2012 8:12 PM

Photo: Mahoyo

This is why I haven't produced any smart blog posts lately. Or any blog posts at all actually. It's been Stockholm Pride, I've been rave to the (read: my own) grave, done things I shouldn't, flashing 2007's most spent party trick aka the lip tattoo aka the new tribal 2010 and art, music, fucking, and life are on repeat as always but atleast this week it's been fun. 

 

The Lie Your Personality Is Created By

Post date Sat 21 Jul 2012 10:51 PM

Via Theclassypolaroid

People like you are never afraid of feelings.

You're just scared of being revealed as nothing at all.

So I say that I like you.

The lie your personality is created by.

Then we fuck each other's brains out.

And I'll let you give the speech.

The one you stole from a book by Bret Easton Ellis.

Of some apathetic character I know you wish you were.

And while you'll be addicted to fictional satisfaction forever.

I'm just addicted to watch you die inside 

Overdeveloped Repression Mechanisms

Post date Mon 16 Jul 2012 12:31 PM

via Unholycuteness

Via Thatssoxander

Via p-s-y-c-h-e-d-e-l-i-c-s

The shop assistant at SevenEleven gave me three REFRESHERS for free last night when I bought cigarettes. Said it looked like I needed them and I sure did (drunk, rain soaked and angry-emo). And now I've been like a SSRI pill ever since; Chemical happy without any connection to my own feelings. Gotta love REFRESHERS and overdevoloped repression mechanisms. 

Bodies Will Never Just Be Bodies

Post date Fri 6 Jul 2012 4:16 PM

2Pac by David LaChapelle -96

Summer, sun and sweaty asses. I’ve said it before but nothing's really changed. The beaches still look like they’re filled with giant pieces of mozarella and as usual, it’s just the white middle class flashing their bodies. Everyone run around more or less naked and entire Stockholm feels like a commercial for hippies, sponsered by VICE magazine.

 As the former boob flasher I actually am, you might think I would go with the flow and strip my clothes off like another tumblr-damaged exhibitionistic hipster. But the fact is, next time I hear someone propagating for how OK and natural it is to be nude, I’m gonna go and buy a fucking full covered bear costume to wear the rest of the year. Cause I really don’t understand what’s natural about bodies at all. And what’s natural anyway? When I was seventeen a natural body was a body with no body hair removed. With or without hair, I was still stuck in a body that all the time embodied pretty much every power structure in the world, whether I wanted to or not. My hairy legs perhaps made me feel a bit more ”natural”, but with a body that only by existing became gender, class, ethnicity, sexuality and etcetera, nothing really felt natural at all.

And unfortenately, it doesn’t really matter if I wear a burka or if I’m totally nude. The naked body is as culturally rooted as the dressed one. And when you finally get dem titz n azz it’s not that exciting anymore. Cuz you’ve no idea how to handle it since no one in the rest of the world can. So please don’t tell me ”it’s just body parts” next time I rather die than lying on a beach in a bikini. Our bodies were sold to capitalism long before they even existed and just because we decide to not "follow" society’s implicit body norms, doesn’t mean we’re not fucked up by them. I say as I said it 2009: “It’s been ten month of darkness. The only undressed bodies I’ve seen have been edited hawties in commercials, skinny fashion models or boob job porn stars. And now; Sweet “Reality” n I can’t stop staring. There’re beer kegs, ass grass and saggy (read: “unfixed”) tits. And the only thing my fucked up, indoctrinated, fascist product of society brain thinks is that I need my Nip/Tuck surgeons to restore my MTV world.

Bodies will never just be bodies and naturalness is just as constructed as everything else.  

 

Football, Masculinity and Capitalism

Post date Thu 21 Jun 2012 10:49 PM

If I didn’t know what was happening I would certainly have thought the time has come for The End Of The World. The police cars has tripled in number, Facebook is bombarded by screaming dying men and the beer companies sell as if everyone had decided to commit collective suicide. But it’s not the End Of The World, it’s just UEFA EURO 2012. Another summer with football and mass (re)production of what we’ve learnt to call “a man”...

The mood of the day is no longer dependent on the weather but by achievements in football. Problematic, of course, for an already depressed country as Sweden that haven’t been good in football since -94. Luckily, the Institution Of Normative Masculinity aka society has made an exception so that it's OK for men to cry when it comes to sports. So for one week now, Sweden has not only drowned in never ending summer rain, but also in the tears from despairing men. Not everyone cares about who wins and loses in football though. Not me. And not capitalism either. Capitalism have a championship of their own instead. A game where everyone has to play but everyone who play fairly loose. Therefore it’s never gonna be just another summer of football because the game is already predetermined by a much bigger game. So instead of watching football this summer I watch a Europe organized after what men who watch other men chasing balls should and are expected to like. Supply and demand as they explained (away) it in school. And it’s gonna be chips, beer and women even after death do them and Berlusconi apart.


Gnucci - 360 Donna

Post date Tue 19 Jun 2012 11:18 AM

Gnucci - 360 Donna, photo: Christian Dinamarca

Mastermind GNUCCI aka my Superhero Lover has done it again! New video for 360 Donna from forthcoming EP "Oh My Goodness" produced by amazing Christian Dinamarca! The outfit is the Superhero Suit I made for Gnucci's performance with Tove Styrke at The Swedish Grammy Awards and the faaaaab hairstyle idea couldn't come from anyone else than Decida, of course. Video by Simeon Frohm.

Virginia Woolf Stig Dagerman Karin Boye

Post date Tue 12 Jun 2012 9:01 PM

Via UnicornsNFairies

Via Canaloptique

Via Skincoffin

Sometimes when I remember that I'm lonely and a socially retarded freak and feel bad about it, (usually I just remember but don't feel bad about it) I take a walk to the closet SevenEleven to my flat where my imaginary best friend works. He's always listening to hiphop a little bit to load for it to be ok at work, has nice tattoos and is constantly busy texting someone. I say "Hey, blue Lucky Strike please" and he says "ok" and then we look at each other in a tacit agreement that life is shit and I say goodbye and walk back home again. And then it's ok to be lonely and a socially retarded freak again cuz I love him and it's actually ok to be lonely and a socially retarded freak, it's just society that says it's not. And then I read Virginia Woolf, Stig Dagerman, Karin Boye or some other fucking genius society (self)murdered and convince myself once again that Giving up is not the answer, To fuck up is. 

Nothing At All

Post date Sun 10 Jun 2012 1:03 AM

Shakespears's Sister - Stay

I can handle it. And I can't handle that. I wanna be dysfunctional and act like a destructive asshole as everyone else. But I've had six years of therapy so I'm supposed to take this functional version of myself that your fine ass tax-money has created and go out and live a life. What life? What is life anyway? Ok that I've become some kinda healthy person but it doesn't mean that I've stopped thinking. And my conclusion is that t's much easier to be depressed in a depressing world than an empty shell in a depressing world. Now it feels more like someone has erased my whole being. And when I'm finally able to want something I don't want anything at all. Because Instead of being constantly dying I'm just constantly Nothing At All.