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

Persona 1:
WHAT YOU WANT TO BE
CONSIDERED AS

Persona 2:
WHAT YOU FEAR TO BE
CONSIDERED AS

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 STATE OF MIND

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.

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 - 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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No More Nude Girls Pictures

Post date Tue 25 Sep 2012 12:32 PM

Marcus Schenkenberg by?

Baptiste Giabiconi by Karl Lagerfeödt

Mark Vanderloo by?

Press Release the 25th of September 2012:

No More Nude Girls Pictures

Gypsie's Mega Trip can now announce that ALL pictures of naked and stripped women are SOLD OUT and will be replaced by privileged white naked men.

For ages there's been an over-representation of pictures of naked women in media, commercials, music videos, (fashion)magazines and everywhere else. The quota of nude girls pictures has been overfilled for a long time, which now has led to what the experts have always predicted; The Quota Has Blown Up. The final death of all the pictures of naked and stripped women is hereby established. And in order to correct several years of unequal power relations in society, ALL privileged white heterosexual men in power positions will now resign and instead replace the pictures of naked women with nude images of themselves. So from now, the only ones that will and can be obejctified in this society are white, privileged men.

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Happiness Based On Weather

Post date Wed 5 Sep 2012 8:26 PM

Via Alternativefashionthings

Via Squid-juice

Via Gothsandpunks

Autumn. Now you can finally stop pretending to be happy and sit at home and cry and masturbate for six months instead. Gotta love Sweden. Happiness based on weather - be depressed forever and then you die.

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Free Booze Event Lucky People

Post date Wed 30 May 2012 6:43 PM

Via Alexej

I wanted to cry all day but I couldn't so I did the laundry and cleaned my flat instead. It's almost like crying. But now I feel like an empty shell and look for something that can save me. But I'm on Internet so I'm gonna die cuz there's nothing that can make me so depressed as Internet with all its overpopulation of free-booze-event-lucky people with Instagram filters that make life look beautiful. But it's not.

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CEO and Post-Emo's

Post date Sun 20 May 2012 12:22 PM

Vogue Italia Beauty 2010, Photo: Emma Summerton

Sitting here listening to CEO's version of Halo like another post-emo douche -2010. But it's ok. Decida n Spoek keep up The Rockstar Life quota here on 2FACED1.com anyway, so I can just as well sit here in my white tubesocks n a t-shirt from H&M "sports department" like a depressed teenager. Atleast I don't have to go to school like real teenagers as DotheDabo-Alex. When I'm finished getting punished for my latest act of incurable impulsivity, I promise I'll never ever do anything unconsidered in connection to heteronormativity again.

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The Result of a Right-Wing Society

Post date Tue 8 May 2012 8:22 PM

There're very much anger and nervousness in the air right now. The anger because someone just stole my orange's I forgot in the laundry room and the nervousness because of an overdose of feelings that might be extremely hornyfied which means that I neither can discuss them here nor handle them myself. Therefor I'm gonna tell you about this orange-stealing thingy instead... I bought some oranges cuz I got some crazy orange cravings cuz I'm a PMS fuck up and went straight from the grossery store to the laundry room. Then I of course forgot the oranges in the laundry room and didn't realize it until like two hours later. And when i got back to the laundry room to get my lovely oranges they were totally gone. The only thing left in the room was a thirty-something suit-dude who looked at me like I was mental when I asked if he'd seen my oranges. Actually he didn't even answer if he had seen my oranges or not, he just looked at me like I was the fucking moron when it in fact was him who was the non-answering moron douche. Anyway... Since he was such a douche I mumbled "I'm sure you was the one who stole my oranges", which made him look at me like i was mega mental instead so I just left with a loud sigh like any upset orange drama queen would have done. And since everything in my life can be seen as an objective reflection of society, this is a fucking perfect exampel of the result of a right-wing liberalist society aka Sweden 2012. Filled with suit dressed righ-wing liberalists who love the police and long prison terms but who steal oranges in laundry rooms and are chronical tax evaders! Well Fuck Ya'll - You gonna die first thing when the revolution comes aka soon!!!

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THE STALKER PART FOUR

Post date Wed 24 Aug 2011 2:05 PM

VIA ALCALOIDDECOCAINE

VIA BOYSKEEPSWINGING

Ok nothing has really happened and everything has happened so I give you a hair update instead 'cause that's what bloggers do. So I've cut off my hair again by myself and I'm now looking like a twelve year old psycho version of Aaron Carter feat. The Office Gareth (again). But first I looked more like Keith Flint which was pretty exciting until my psychologist said that I didn't seem to do so well and I realized she thought I've done a Britney and I got Hybris 2.0 and was totally sure that Le Psychologist must be Creepy Stalker Dude because she refered to Britney and my latest blog post was about Britney which means that le Pschycologist reads my blog which is creepy, plus that she trained at the same kickboxing club as me two years ago which is fucking creepy too and creepy 1 plus creepy 2 = MEGA CREEPY so LE PHYCHOLOGIST MUST BE CREEPY STALKER DUDE. But then she wrote Obsessive-Compulsive-Disorder on her witheboard (again). And I ran away from there to a hairdresser who took me back to psycho Aaron Carter Gareth again.

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CANCEL MY SUBSCRIPTION TO THE RESURRECTION

Post date Sun 1 May 2011 9:17 PM

VIA FUCKYEAHDYKES

VIVIANNE WESTWOOD, CHELSEA 1976

VIA IHATERENTON

I listen to Hey-I-Wanna-Die music and am sexually frustrated. Don't try it. It's an extremly bad combo.

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STALKERS PART II

Post date Thu 28 Apr 2011 7:58 PM

ALL PICTURES FROM "THE HOLY MOUNTAIN" BY ALEJANDRO JOJOROWSKY

Okay now have strange anonymous people started calling me too. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!??? You can't call me, refuse to say who you are, know a lot of stuff about me and say that you called just to hear how I sound. That's not okey. You can do that to Paris Hilton or Orlando Bloom. They've hired people to take care of stuff like that. I havn't. So iif you call just to hear how I sound, ask if I wanna fuck, dance macarena or whatever. It's fine. But you have to say who you are. Otherwise it's creepy and BIG stalker warning! So Mr Voice Stalker: if you call again - tell me who the fuck you are otherwise I'll check witn my phone company who's calling from secret number and I'll find you and then I'll fucking stalk you back for the rest of your creepy life!!!

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HOMECOMING

Post date Mon 14 Mar 2011 1:21 AM

VIA ERREURDESUICIDE

VIA FUCKSUICIDE

DEBBIE HARRY BY ?

"FULL OF BROKEN THOUGHTS I CANNOT REPAIR. BENEATH THE STAINS OF TIME THE FEELINGS DISAPPEAR." Johnny Cash - Hurt

From Rum & Red Bull to Hurt. My brain had survived one month without me. Found it, still bleeding, in my bed.

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When You Fall In Love I'm Always Falling Apart

Post date Tue 11 Jan 2011 11:31 AM

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VIA COCAINAANDRUM

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But this time, I didn't break your heart. But I fucking broke my back! And I got 99 (health) problems (more), but a bitch ain't one! So here we go Citodon 2011. I feel like I'm 99 years old. Still cough like a plague victim, can't move because of my fucked up back and I feel sick and is about to faint all the time because of my low blood counts. I actually went to the doctor yesterday. With my back problem. But I ended up in a wheel chair with a personal nurse. Just when the doctor was about to ask me about my back I started coughing. And then when she would try to examine my back, I got deathly pale and almost fainted. So the doctor thought I was dying, and I felt pretty much like I was too. Especially when I had to lie on a stretcher for 1 hour. (she refuse to let me walk home again.) Slept for 16 hours last day/night so today I'm ready to go and pick up all the strange pills I've got, do an X-ray on my back and go to work.

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