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"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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I'M STILL HERE

Post date Mon 19 Mar 2012 1:24 PM

BY? UNKNOWN

Hello lovers! I know that some of you might heard the big twitter rumour that I’ve got bitten by a Sting Rock and died. But it’s not really true. Ok, the Sting Rock and the mega hardcore super bite were definitly true, but you can erase the part where I was supposed to die. Big thugs don’t die you know. Especially not by Sting Rock bites. I mean, some of us even survive gun shots n stuff ffs… So I’m still here in other words…But I’ve had a pretty busy vaccation lately. I mean, when you’re on vaccation, you’re busy just by eating and sleeping. So when it turns up more things than that – you’re fucking B to the U to the S to the Y.. And that’s what I’ve been.  You see, first, I got a seduced by a German super fuck. So then I had to fuck all the time while not eating or sleeping. And then I fell in love with the German super fuck’s Deutche Luftmadradtze (air-madress you can have in the sea). So then I was busy with both:

1. Fucking the German super fuck while not eating or sleeping.

2. Organizing the BIG stealing of my new big LOVE – Die Deutche Luftmadradtze, while not eating, sleping or fucking.

And that’s hell of a lot of stuff to do when you’re on vaccation. But when the BIG day came, aka the day when the German super fuck would leave and I had to start my  BIG smooth criminal stealing plan - The German super fuck just said that I COULD HAVE DIE DEUTCHE LUFTMADRADTZE.

And I can tell you, there’re not many stories in my life with happy endings. So remember this one next time when you masturbate and think of me. You can even listen to "Float Away" (the song that was played in every Snowboard movie 2004)to make it XXXtra real.

FOOD WATER HATRED WEED

Post date Sat 3 Mar 2012 1:36 PM

ME ON A MEGA TRIP 2075 / VIA SHORTY

I hated on a Brittish pothead for one and a half week. Dude had hollow skin, 3/4 jeans shorts (!!!) and drank Coca Cola all the time. The only thing we said to each other was ”Hello”. Twice. Then I had to take detours to avoid him. My fist had got torretts and tried to punch him everytime he was in an armsleght’s distance. But it was pretty easy. He was always stoned in his hammock all the time anyway. Only got up to buy another Coca Cola. And then one day it happened… I sat outside my ”room” writing and dude comes up to me saying: ”You smoke right? Yeah, I know you do”. Then he gives me me a plastic bag of 10 gram weed and walks away. And that was the last I saw of him.

I’m still confused. I mean, he had a bunch of pot smoking junkie friends here he could have given his weed to if he was going back home. So either he thought that the hateful stiff-ass loner aka me needed some help to calm the fuck down, or otherwise he based my drug consumption on my enormous fruit n chocholate shake drinking. I’ve no idea what he was thinking and even though I’ve developed some kinda hardcore straight XXX egde attitude towards drugs, I must say that I can’t really hate him anymore. I mean, what weed means to this dude is probably like what horses mean to me. So then this gesture must have been pretty loveful. So here I am again. An innocent little gypsie smelling flowers all day while illegal stuff continues to fly into my room. 

 

WHAT HAPPENS ON A GYPSIE'S MEGA TRIP

Post date Tue 28 Feb 2012 4:21 PM

THE MAGIC STICK

My travel partner’s name is Stickan. It works fine in Sweden but everyone we've met here sound like they're about to die of a fishbone in their throat when they try to pronounce it. So I've given Stickan a more international version of her name instead. From now on she goes under the nick Magic Stick(rhyme!!!). She wasn't that excited to be named after 50 cent's cock at first, but I think she has recovered now. So if you think I'm out travelling with Fifty's dick while refering to Magic Stick, I'm unfortunately not. But I'm pretty fine anyway. Soooooo… What happens on Gypsie's Mega Trip's obviously doesn't stay on Gypsie's Mega Trip's. But what happens on Gypsie's Mega Trip's always happens on Gypsie's Mega Trip's. And now it's happened again. I've ended up on my own. Magic Stick is sold to some long haired thingy in order to feed her. Thought it was time for me to finally be able to masturbate in peace. So now I'm somewhere in the southwest of India while Magic Stick is up in the north riding camels. Can't say that my nun life wasn't nice. But to not even have sex with yorself can't be healthy. And since I've become health itself, I'm now gonna catch up big time for this last month's lack of self loving.

XXX

 

GMT'S SURVIVAL KIT 5

Post date Sat 25 Feb 2012 4:06 PM

I’ve become healthy (read: boring). Didn’t even try to. I just sat under a tree, read my book and then two weeks past and hookus pookus, there I was, a human version of Ferdiland the (contra-revolutionary) Bull. Satisfied with everything like a How To Be Happy Book and my own worst nightmare. Don’t misunderstand me. I love to be satisfied. Being Ferdiland the Bull, happy just by sitting under a tree smelling flowers all day is NICE 2.0. But I’m against niceness. All of a sudden you’re Big Mac & Company personified and all you do is watch HBO’s series or drink beer. Because satisfaction comes (most of the times) in the shape of a devil (Fredrik Reinfeldt). And it wants you to stop caring, love your ”individual freedom” (liberalism) and be a satisfied robot for the rest of your life. And then the story about capitalism live happy ever after… So spending my whole life trying to find meaning and satisfaction without any success, has actually been a good thing. Even though it some times almost have killed me. And I still run around like a hamster on speed searching for the perfect version of everything. Always want something more or something else. Doctors call it Bipolar Disorder, mom says it’s the lack of love. My ex call it emotional sickness and God’s fanclub says it’s the refuse to believe. I say it’s the impossibility to be(come) satisfied in a fucked up society. Some smart person (Angela Davis?) said ”No One’s Free Until Everyone’s Free. And I think it’s the same with satisfaction. No one should be satisfied until everyone can be satisfied. And that’s why I can’t sit under a palm tree in India and be fucking satisfied. Atleast not more than 4 hours/day. Lucklily I got the SURVIVAL KIT in order to save ME AND YOU AND EVERYONE WE KNOW from the capitalist capulation!


 GYPSIE’S MEGA TRIP'S SURVIVAL KIT 5 IS HERE:

HOW TO NEVER BE(COME) SATISFIED (or how to stay pissed off)

1. Watch any movie with Hugh Grant.

2. Go to a sports bar where they show tacky football (the National League).

3. Buy a subway ticket in Stockholm.

4. Read the ”public” newspaper.

5. Forget to buy toilet paper.

6.Watch the commercials

7.Try to have a heterosexual equal relationship.

8. Wear a short skirt.

9. Remember that Princess Estelle Silvia Eva Mary of Sweden just was born.

If none of the above works:

10. OPEN YOUR EYES . We live in a unequal world where the the rich get richer by reproducing the structure of unequality (rasicm, sexism, homophobia etc.) If you’re satisfied living in a world like that - skip this text and go and kill yourself instead.     

 

GMT 2 INDIA PART 2

Post date Tue 14 Feb 2012 2:25 PM

I've puked my ass out. Hired a scooter and I drove like I was THE STAR in a mega famous Bollywood action movie. And as you know, my outlaw skills comes kinda natural. And driving on the right side in India was definitly one of them. But I was singing Thomas Rusiak's "Hiphopper" and looked so fucking good so I didn't give a fuck!... until I got panic-food-sick, started to puke in 60km/h and lost my coolness vomit-crying on the side of the road. Now I'm North Goa's most famous tourist attraction.       

GMT'S TO INDIA PART ONE

Post date Mon 6 Feb 2012 3:08 PM

VIA CANALOPTIQUE

Ok here we go again Gypsie On A Fucking Mega Trip!!!! I've had my twentyseventh birtday, but I still don't know who I am or what I'm doing and as you know I'm not planning to find that shit out here in India. My plan is more forgetting myself than finding myself. (Identity and the "oneself" should be deconstructed.) Anyways... I'm in the north of Goa right now and there are hippies everywhere and they look at me like I'M the freak!!!?? but they have so ugly pants so I guess they don't know better. But except for the hippies and my sleeping bag everything is great!!! The "sleeping bag" issue is pretty serious though. My mom bought me a special travel sleeping bag for Christmas which turned out to be some kinda light blue silk thingy made for princesses. So now I can't move and look exteremly stupid while I'm sleeping but it included an american Beverly Hills 920342 dude and that was pretty nice until I realized my life looked like Barbie and Ken's and I had to ran from Mumbai and what I was about to become.

DA THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

Post date Wed 1 Feb 2012 12:11 AM

BY DAVID MOTTA

???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOU REEEEEEEEEEEADYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!???

GYPSIE'S MEGA TRIP TO INDIA STARTS IN SIX HOURS MAAAAAAAAAATTAAAAAFUUUUUUCKAAAAAS!!!!!! BUT NO FUCKING HIPPIE SHIT OF COURSE!!!! THUG LIFE CONTINUES!!!!! 

And if I die, (soon sventy-seven you know...) remember I wanna be buried in my G-unit t-shirt and white tube socks.

 

ACTA - ALLIANCE OF CAPITALIST TYRANNICAL ASSHOLES

Post date Mon 30 Jan 2012 12:53 PM

ALL PHOTOS BY DAVID MOTTA

 

If you don't know what ACTA is, check it out here. And yes, ACTA is a shortening for the ALLIANCE OF CAPITALIST TYRANNICAL ASSHOLES (ACTA). They want to turn the WORLD WIDE WEB into the CAPITALIST WORLD WIDE WEB and reduce the freedom of speech to a "right" only for those who pay for it and who follow the capitalist agenda. The politicians think they can hide this plan of transforming Internet to a Mc Donalds menu, but GYPSIE'S MEGA TRIP can happily announce that they CAN'T!!! Because WE KNOW THEY WANNA TURN THE WORLD WIDE WEB TO A COMMERCIAL SO THEY CAN MAKE THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO A COMMERCIAL CHANNEL SO THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD'S PHILOSOPHY BECOMES A COMMERCIAL CHANNEL PHILOSOPHY SO WE ALL BECOME COMMERCIAL CHANNEL ROBOTS AND DO AND BUY EVERYTHING THEY WANT. But we won't let it happen!! Because we don't want a AQUA Barbie Girl World. We puked just by watching that video and it was like -97 so don't come up with that shit AGAIN!!!

STOP ACTA! LET'S MOBILIZE!!! Use Internet as the world wide room for resistance, riot, "free" information, revolutionary thoughts and actions WHILE WE STILL CAN! NO TO ACTA FFS!!!!!   

LOVE SEX AND INTEGRITY

Post date Mon 23 Jan 2012 5:05 PM

VIA THATSSOXANDER

VIA KILLHODGY 

MADONNA BY STEVEN MEISEL -92

Oh heeello little bloggy. So sorry for the long time no see. But I've had a small intergrity crisis so I couldn't write. But then I remembered that I don't giva a fuck if other people think I expose myself too much when I'm writing. Because I don't. So now I'm here again as you personal life n ass exposer. And I know that You, Google and grandma might know who I fucked last year, but the secrets of Linn the Gypsie King are still very well kept where they should be - In My Super Secret Brain. So random dudes, ex, and future lovers, you don't have to worry. Just because I got a blog doesn't mean that I have no integrity. And if you think so - YOU'RE A CONSERVATIVE PRUDISH DUMBASS.

Anyways.... The most sensational in my life right now is, according to Alex, that I yesterday said that a person was sweet. Alex got totally over-excited about "this sign that possibibly could mean that my loving potential wasn't dead" and propagated that I should stay home and fall in love instead of going to India next week. But I made sure that still, my problem wasn't that I can't fall in love, it's that I don't fall in love with idiots and that I prolematize "the monogamous heterosexual relationsship as the only possible relationsship. So now it's OK that I go to india again and now we're doing some serious stalking operations together to find this wonderful hotty I just know the first name of. Doesn't work that well though.     

GYPSIE'S MEGA TRIP'S SEX SCHOOL

Post date Sat 14 Jan 2012 4:01 PM

VIA LOVEREV0LUTION

VIA MALEGODIVA

VIA JEREMYDANTE

OK PEOPLE!!! This one goes out to everyone who define themselves as HETEROSEXUAL MEN. I'm not into that type of sexua-l or human categorizations, but since the world still is totally underdeveloped when it comes to queerness I'm afraid I have to do it this way now. GYPSIE'S MEGA TRIP wasn't supposed to be a SEX SCHOOL. But it's 2012 now and sex can't be this boring and predictable anymore. So here we go...

First of all: Dudes! I apprichiate all the pics you send me of your "big hard cocks", but seriously, SOME INNOVATION PLEASE! I can't even see if that cock belongs to you. It can be anyone's! And all of your texts are like dumb copy pastes of each others: "WANT MY BIG HARD COCK IN YOUR TIGHT PUSSY!!!". Woow. NOT. I would've been more turned on if you'd written about the weather. This isn't the biggest problem though. Everyone can have a bad sexy-pose or dirty-talk day. But YOU CAN'T be 18+ and fuck like you're playing charades in the 1700's!!! I'm glad you don't fuck like Hugh Grant in a romantic Hollywood movie anymore. But do you seriously think you're a dirty and imaginative sex god just because you fuck like you're in a mainstream hetero porn movie? Even my grandma would think you were retarded. And if you say you wanna cum in my face and expect me to be excited one more time - Atleast cum in my eyes so I don't have to see you afterwards because I'm fucking bored to death! That pre-programmed sexuality is so hackneyed that I get more excited doing the dishes! It's great that you have a master degree in Social Science, but it doesn't matter if you haven't improved your sexual skills since you learnt how to masturbate. Come'on! YOU'RE A PERSON SO FUCK AS A PERSON THEN. Seriously, you don't even have to learn anything new! You just have to unlearn. Leave your normative ideas of men and women. Be creative!  Fuck as you're sexual, NOT heterosexual!!!