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being julia : #tbt goes to the movies

i've been told i look good when i'm green.
like i said, i don't have that many older photos of myself and this one only dates to 2009, when we were filming conversion. still, i'd say that i look pretty different. well, chiefly my hair colour is different, but it does kind of affect the way you'd perceive me. at least that's what i think.

supposedly, a women with dark hair can expect to earn significantly more than a blonde over the course of their career, although i have to say that i'm still waiting to see how that unfolds.

it feels weird to see this sort of image of myself because i'm not paying attention to the camera, even though, i assure you, it was on my mind. working on "conversion" was the first time i'd tried to act since i was in primary school drama classes [where i wasn't especially favoured by any of the instructors] and while i was able to get caught up in the character [who, after all, wasn't so different than me], i don't think that i ever completely lost myself. there was always just so freaking much to do.

if you'd  like to see how all this worked out, you can stream or download conversion right here.

oh and fyi, never let it be said that i didn't suffer for creativity. i was so cold when we were filming this scene that the crew had to wrap me with blankets between takes to keep my teeth from chattering when the cameras were on.

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