Thursday, September 27, 2012

20th Century

I have to admit that most of the blog posts written this quarter have been written out of boredom in during 20th Century Art History. 

Like this one. 

I am having a hard time identifying with the Da Da-ists and Surrealism just doesn't really do it for me. 

And it smells like soup. And there is a boy who thinks he knows all the answers. And I'd rather be eating leftover birthday cake. Somehow it just keeps getting more and more delicious everyday. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Weather Patterns

Can someone please do me a solid and mail me a box of the Trader Joe's Pumpkin Bread mix?

Because I need something of Autumn like properties in my life right now. I'm hoping that it will have some "If you build it, they will come" sort of affects on this 85 degree weather  we are having right now to please get out of dodge.

Shorts and sandals should just a thing of the past at this point in the year. I'm jealous of puffer vests and fuzzy socks.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Accomplishments of a 21st Birthday:

Got Susie to eat at Chik Fil A.

Hugged a lot of people who mean a lot to me.

Released myself from the clutches of thinking even for one minute about homework.

Bought a whole entire brand new (to me) skirt at Goodwill for $3.75.

Changed my outfit 5 separate times.

Went to a liquor store, showed the good man my ID, and passed with flying colors.

Got my record player working in proper condition.

Successfully satisfied my party guests with the huge expectations of what I promised would be "the greatest party favor OF YOUR LIFE. I REPEAT: OF YOUR LIFE."

Took a shot and didn't spit it out everywhere.

Didn't get drunk. (Contrary to popular belief, this is not 21st birthday failure. No, my good sir. This is in fact an accomplishment.)

Responded to every "Happy Birthday Julia!" post on my Facebook wall because I'm just a total nerd like that.

Don't even have a hangover.

What up, world? I'm 21 now. And nothing has changed.

(More pictures to come later)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

It's My Birthday!

I'm 21. 

Time to throw away all of my morals and get down to this real partying sort of business that I've been missing out on for so long. Can't wait to make up for lost time and get going on the party animal persona I have been suppressing all of my life.  

My personality is about to totally change. I'm going to be super cutting edge. Actually, the process has already begun-- today, I saw an old lady crossing the street and I ran up to her and pushed her down on the floor and then ran away yelling Kesha lyrics. Because I am 21. And I can. 






Actually, I'm just kidding. 

This is pretty much like every other birthday where I'm excited for presents and the attention being on me for a whole 24 hours. And dinner tonight with my ladies!!!



Homework and clogs.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Things that I'm thinking about

 ...that you most definitely need to know. 

  • Somehow, seeing peaches in Georgia never get's old. (Case and point: this morning at the Farmer's Market)
  • I love the "60's, 70's, and 80's" radio station on Pandora, but I hate it when they play Creedance Clearwater Revival. 
  • I am definitely ready for some colder weather up in here. I couldn't even justify doing a special post about Fall's debut yesterday because it hadn't earned it yet. And so, I wait. 
  • Speaking of earning things, I'm more in love with Savannah than ever. It is just simply home for now. 
  • Lately, all I've wanted to do is cook. And bake. And cook. And bake. So much, that I'm running out of excuses to make some sort of dessert or sauce or salmon everyday. Will someone please come over here and be my official eater and I can be your official baker? 
  • I am very happy that Rob and Kristen are getting back together. Controversial, I know. I stand by this. 
  • (Also, can we talk about what in the world is going on with Amanda Bynes?)
  • I can't decide if I'm excited for my upcoming birthday (Monday) (21) or not. But I LOVE birthday's. Why am being weird? It's weird. This year is weird. 
  • Confession: I've been wearing my Crocs a lot lately. They're just SOOooo comfortable. ...I mean...the fact that I even have Crocs is... well, it says lot. 

Thursday, September 20, 2012


Are you at a hipster wedding?

(PS- see it bigger here)

Photo booth

Today, during a particularly boring art history lecture I got a little reminiscent and went through the pictures in my photobooth on my computer. I even went all the way back to high school (which, can you believe was already three years ago!?).

Anyway, these pictures made me smile. And made me cringe. But mostly smile.


(PS- Let's talk about my hair for a second. And how in the world I even have any hair left after all I've put it through! Geesh.)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Creative Space

Art school is always fun. ...Or perhaps, art school is always great and usually fun. The difference should be noted. 

But nomatter how great or fun, just like any school or job, it can be draining. Perhaps different than most schools or jobs that I can only imagine are mostly thought of as monotonous, being in art school can be emotionally, mentally and physically taxing as well. 

I can't speak for everyone enrolled at SCAD, but at least for myself (and most of my SCADdy friends that I've talked to about this), I/we do our best to put a lot of thought into projects on top of just meeting the requirements on a generic syllabus to make whatever it is a little more personal and meaningful in the hopes that our efforts would be able to be seen in the final product. 

This is easier said than done. 

Sometimes, the idea of what you want in your head and what turns out is vastly and discouragingly different. Or instead of life outside of school adding to your work, the pressures and stresses only distract you from the potential of the finished product. Or all of your emotion and creativity was spent on a project that you just turned in the day before and the idea of starting from scratch in two other classes seems terribly daunting. Or inspiration just simply doesn't ever come. Or it feels like you are the only person in the whole entire world who can't simply pick up a paintbrush and bust out a beautiful fashion illustration. (Hypothetically speaking-- not like that relates to me or anything...) Or you're tired. Or you're hungry. Or you would just rather sit on the couch and watch Dawson's Creek on Netflix for 10 hours instead of working on your Illustration homework. (Again, totally hypothetical.)

I have found that the cliche of the moody and introspective artist in reality is quite accurate-- and understandably so. The constant contemplation and self analyzation would make anyone moody and introspective! Everyone. Including you. I promise. 

But then, there are moments. Like this week. When through the hands covered in India Ink and pants stained with watercolors you feel the little spark. A spark that makes you want to re-do and re-do and re-do again the project that for some reason has you excited. And the fact that you know your work will never in a million years be the best in the class doesn't matter and you find yourself (at 3:00 in the morning watching Sleepless in Seattle) trying to get to that perfect place of expectation in your mind of what you know this project could be. 

Because, this week, you get it-- the reason why you're here. And the reason that has your coming back, quarter after quarter, to continue to learn, at the base of all of the career aspirations and beneath the competitive students is just simply art. 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Cool Chicks

I love everything about this photo of Smith College students making a Victory Garden.

Can college moments like these please last forever?

Can I please garden in oxfords and tweed? 

And can it please be fall already!?

What's everyone doing today? Come on. Jump in. Take the plunge. Comment! You know you want to!

Photograph by Fred G. Chase. 1943.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Iceland Road Trip

So so so so jealous of this road trip around Iceland.

Have I stressed enough how much I want to go to Iceland?

Because I do. I really really really do.

A lot.

A lot a lot.

Oh, dear Iceland, hear my cries.

Sunday, September 16, 2012


Available men.

Keywords: Jack Spade. Whit. Church. Pasta. and Carpentry.



Lindsay and Julia


"It's just sad cause we're growing up."

An emotional morning in Savannah.

Saturday, September 15, 2012


Due to an unfortunate lack of internet for the last week or so, I feel that I have majorly dropped the ball when it comes to my New York Fashion Week blog coverage.

So unfortunate.

And the idea of trying to recap the last two weeks in just one post simply does not feel like it would do the months and months of work of these designers enough justice. 

So, I bring you the compromise. This video follows one of my favorite designer's, Diane Von Furstenburg, in a way so backstage and personal that you are literally seeing the whole experience through her eyes (thanks to some very Stockholm-y looking glasses).

Pretty cool right?

Forsyth Farmer's Market

Claire, Spencer and I   spent  the morning at our local Saturday Farmer's Market. 

It seems from this picture that Walker Farms really loved Claire. She must've made a really good Kale joke or something. 

It's never too early in the morning or late in the summer for a popsicle. 

I bought homemade spinach gnocchi (one of my faves) from the pasta stand and fresh tomatoes and onions for some sauce. 

And look who we ran into! Kara, Lindsay and Tyson the pup. Such a pretty amazing little family.

Who wants to come over and try out the goods?!

Friday, September 14, 2012


(My Kitchen)

Sometimes, all it takes is a smokey kitchen, the scent of garlic and some good music to completely remind me that cooking is and will always be my first true love. 

Thanks to an expensive wrist slapping and a "Wow, Julia, why didn't you just pay them right away?" sort of afternoon spent paying for my 7 (oops) over due parking tickets at the Savannah Transportation Department, and an accidentally consumed caffeinated drink this afternoon (read: splitting head ache), I have opted to spend the evening snacking on ciabatta at home making a dinner with the produce that was bought last weekend and patiently waited for it's time to shine.

Lately, my love affair with cooking and food has been reignited and I can tell you that this is far from the last time I will choose alone time in the kitchen over taking part in the much celebrated typical college Friday night fanfare.

(I posted this and now, while I'm eating, I realize that I have more to say)

This evening is reminding me of the slow and exciting process that I feel this summer of solitude kickstarted: The rediscovery of Julia.

What is it that makes me tick? What things, ideas, sounds, and people am I attracted to and why?

When I was able to take away nearly everything and everyone familiar and I was left with simply myself, the conclusions of these questions was truly, for maybe the very first time, left completely up to me. Me without you. Me without them. Me without what I thought me would do. Me without what I felt like you wanted me to do. Me without what I thought you thought I thought we thought we thought.

This process is sometimes exhilarating. And usually surprising. And I feel like I'm meeting a different me everyday.

But, I guess, isn't that exactly what college is for?


I think that's really it for tonight. :)

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The First List of the Quarter

This Weekend: 

Take bike to Perry Rubber and get tires filled
Buy white curtain for door
Go to Habersham Antiques and find knick knacks and what nots
Print thumbnails
Make shopping list for Forsyth Market on Saturday
Buy nails
Use the nails to hang the mirror
Drop off pile of gross clothes at Goodwill
Get SCAD ID renewed
Get a parking pass
Fight Politely protest parking tickets
Beg for mercy on the over inflated debts that have accrued on said City Parking tab
Buy inks/water colors/paper/brushes
Eat anything at Back in the Day at some point in the weekend
Take a nap at least once 
Finally try hot yoga

(The items on this list are slowly being crossed off as the weekend progresses. Last updated: 9/27 at 2:16 PM)

Playtime is Over

Ok. Today. 


Can we just... sit. And talk about how yesterday I was like, hanging out and cooking for fun and going to bed at 10:45 and as calm as a cucumber and right now... I am not. 

I am not as calm as a cucumber anymore. 


No sir.  

The year has officially begun. 

Nothing creates quick bonds and friendships in classroom like someone quietly crying in the corner when drawing thumbnails. I'm not saying that the person crying was me, but I'm not saying it wasn't either. 

And apparently, the city of Savannah has some sort of vendetta against me because this morning I found a very unwelcome ticket on my windshield suggesting that maybe I have some outstanding tickets or something? I don't know. Maybe I remember throwing away some tickets last year out of anger or protest... buuut... whatever...


Good thing Beyonce is playing in my illustration class. Or else I would not have been responsible for the madness that could have ensued. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


Oh, dears. It's been a while. 

The cable guy paid a visit to our house today and we are now up and running with super fancy cable and Wifi in our house. 

I was trying to avoid complaining about not having internet/tv for the last couple of days because really, I never want to be that dependent on something so trivial. In a way, I was enjoying being  able to be somewhat unplugged for a bit, but I have to say, I am excited that it's back because I've had so much to blog about  ever since saying goodbye to KP on Friday at the airport. This little Bushka has been quite busy. 

The weather in Savannah is uncharacteristically wonderful for this time of year and I can already feel fall sort of rolling in. But, maybe it's mostly in my head because it still is about 85 degrees out here.  (It's because I'm just soooo sick of shorts. For goodness sakes!)

Lately there has already been plenty of cooking and eating and unpacking and exploring and laughing and hugging. 

Can you tell if I'm happy to be back or not? 

So far, this quarter is living up to it's great potential-- and it's only day 5!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Tally ho, Savannah!

I'm off! It's early in the morning now, but by the time you read this, I'm probably halfway to the Atlantic Ocean!

I have to say, I have  high expectations for you, Mr. Junior Year. High expectations indeed. 

Thursday, September 6, 2012


So, yesterday, that whole packing thing... let's just say, it was more of me getting into the mindset of packing than actually folding clothes and putting them into suitcases. 

In the last couple years of back and forth and  of packing and unpacking and of  suitcases every couple of months, I have learned that there are   packing strategies  that work and there are packing strategies that don't work. For better or for worse, my motto in this regard has sort of become "Why pack today when you can put if off until tomorrow?" Well, the time has come when there is no tomorrow, so putting it off any longer is simply not an option. What's super fun is that this year, I have made the packing process even more of a chore due to the fact that I've been terribly lazy and haven't yet unpacked from New York. This has resulted in most (read: all) of my clothes being pulled out of my bags over the last few weeks and now they are living in a large heap on the floor. 

And so it begins. The process of folding the clothes. Then organizing by item. Then grouping by season. Then putting in the suitcase. Then realizing there is too much. Then eliminating. Then feeling guilty that I'm leaving something behind. (Because clothes have feeling too). Then putting the eliminated clothes back in. Then zipping. Then zipping. Then zipping. Then panicking that it's still not zipping. Then squeezing. Then sweating. Then sitting. Then having an identity crisis and feelings of embarrassment at the amount of clothes that I have that I do not need. Then justifying it because I'm a fashion major.  

Then waiting until tomorrow morning. 

When I then inevitably realize that I forgot to pack my hair blow dryer. And then repeating most of those steps just to squeeze in an annoyingly cumbersome and oddly shaped piece of plastic. 

Bicoastal living. This is hard work. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


"How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?"

- Winnie the Pooh

Eastern Standard Time

I think my body is telling me it's time to go back to Savannah. This morning, I was wide awake at at 4:30 with nothing to do but listen to the squirrel running around on the roof outside. When do you sleep, Mr. Squirrel?

This was frustrating, but on the plus side, ask me anything about the new 45 Minute Tapout workout program and I'll give you stories of thousands of viewers, just like you, sitting at home and wondering if they'd ever feel good about themselves again and ultimately having great results!

I can't really explain in words how much I love infomercials.