Personal Trademarks.

Some people believe the clothes and accessories we choose to wear are a physical representation of our state of mind on that day. Most importantly, they are a physical representation of our personality and life history.

I’m one of those people.

I believe all of us have what I call Personal Trademarks. Not only related with clothes and accessories, but also gestures we mainly do, words we often use, food we normally eat and music we happily dance to.

I’m quite good in detecting those Personal Trademarks.

A girl at my institute always wears a skirt. I’ve never seen her in trousers or jeans.A friend of mine says the word “so” too many times. The Finnish Moose he gave me has the name So in his honour. My father loves to eat slowly on a Sunday lunch. He enjoys every bite and flavour as it was the first time.  My mother likes to watch cooking shows on TV. She then tries to cook the same dish at home, but it is never the same. Always a weird variation. My  brother sits in the floor in a very peculiar way.  He sits like that since we were little kids.

I have plenty of Personal Trademarks.

A flower in my hair.

Photo taken by Cláudia Mendes in Martim Moniz, Lisboa, Portugal, November 2012.

A weird combination of bright colours.

Photo taken by Cláudia Mendes in Martim Moniz, Lisboa, Portugal, November 2012.

A pasta dish for lunch.

Photo taken by Cláudia Mendes in Martim Moniz, Lisboa, Portugal, November 2012.

A MJ dance move.

Photo taken by Marisa Oliveira at AMeeGuS 11 in Maceira, Portugal, February 2011.

A colourful t-shirt with funny messages.

Photo taken by Cláudia Mendes in Martim Moniz, Lisboa, Portugal, November 2011.

A strong addiction on documenting everything. Photos. Videos. Texts.

Photo taken by Marisa Oliveira n Quinta da Regaleira, Sintra, Portugal, November 2011.

An uncondicional love for all living beings. Especially cats.

Photo taken by Cláudia Mendes, Martim Moniz, Lisboa, Portugal, November 2011.

What about you?

What are your Personal Trademarks?

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