about 2faced1.com

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, nationality, gender, sexuality 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. It means you have the feet in different worlds, can move between them but feel rather at home in that space in between. You've stepped out of your comfort zone and have 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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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
Oscar Stenberg - Web, Photography
Linn Marcusson - Writer, Style Assistant (Gypsie's Mega Trip)
Spoek Mathambo - (the Zombo Blog)
Alex Dabo - ( the Do The Dabo Blog)

 

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contact: info@2faced1.com

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. 

The Result of a Right-Wing Society

Post date Tue 8 May 2012 8:22 PM

Via Malgasy

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!!! 

THE STALKER PART FOUR

Post date Wed 24 Aug 2011 2:05 PM

VIA ALCALOIDDECOCAINE 

VIA OBVIOQUESI 

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.

 

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.

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!!!

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.

When You Fall In Love I'm Always Falling Apart

Post date Tue 11 Jan 2011 11:31 AM

VIA HOTBAWDY

VIA COCAINAANDRUM

VIA HOTBAWDY

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.  

STHLM

Post date Mon 27 Dec 2010 3:55 PM

VIA SPERMDUMP

VIA PRETTYDARKTHINGS

VIA SPERMDUMP

Post-traumatic food coma. I'm back in STHLM reclaiming my home. It's been a major chaos here since the police turned everything upside down and the man and the kiddo moved out and left me with a bunch of old diapers. Now it's gonna be fucking MTV cribs here instead. 

PS. I'm bored. Please save me!

Happy Pills For Crazy Oldies

Post date Wed 1 Dec 2010 7:35 PM

VIA SUSHIMOUTHED

VIA BLACKMEDIC

VIA WEHEARTIT

OH GREAT! My whole fucking life is always something I'm gonna be able to laugh about in like 50 years. Like it would be some kinda encouragement to make things easier now. I mean, I'm probably not even gonna live in 50 years. And if I would, I'm definitly not going to jump around like a happy hippie in ugly pants NOW, just because I'll be able lo took back at my depressing life with a laugh when I'm 80 years old, demented and filled with the new-invented happy pills for crazy oldies.

And People Say I Shouldn't Hate The World So Much

Post date Sun 28 Nov 2010 11:23 AM

This was Saturday morning. After a night that began with a gun shooting (on my way to the subway) and ended with a man who bent down to check on my pussy when I peed and then asked how much I would cost for one night. And people say that I shouldn't hate the world so much. I say I got my reasons.