Monday, December 24, 2012

sleigh bells ring...

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas from me

and this angry looking puppy.

Enjoy!! x

[images- me/ Tumblr]

Friday, December 21, 2012

dear mr santa...

And you know, world peace.

[images- Alexander Wang 'Rockie' bag/ 'Fear of Flying' by Erica Jong/ Flame & Citron dvd/ Isabel Marant Etoile corduroy skinny trousers/ ActionSampler Flash camera/ Bam Bam clothing 'panther' bodysuit/ tickets to Francis Bacon at the Art Gallery of NSW]

Friday, December 14, 2012

here lies...

[images- Edgar Allan Poe quote/ screenshot 'The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo'/ screenshot 'Flame and Citron'/ screenshots 'Wristcutters- A Love Story'/ "Cassie" screenshot from 'Skins'/ Tumblr]

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

hanging high...

I have been doing a lot of writing lately which I haven't done for a while. I personally find it quite difficult to deal with rejection from publishers so I needed to take a bit of a break. I'm not sure why I don't self publish. I have a horrible, self destructive need for external positive affirmation of the quality of my work. It is a huge character flaw and is something I have been trying to work on. I need to remind myself to put my small wins and losses into perspective. After all, Yann Martel's 'Life of Pi' was rejected from five UK publishing houses. JK Rowling's 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' was rejected from twelve publishing houses. Margaret Mitchell’s 'Gone With the Wind' was rejected by twenty-five publishers.

I think one of my favourite rejection letters refers to the manuscript for 'The Diary of Anne Frank' which received the editorial comment, “This girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the curiosity level.” Or perhaps as one publisher commented to Joseph Heller, author of the classic 'Catch-22', “I haven’t the foggiest idea about what the man is trying to say. Apparently the author intends it to be funny – possibly even satire – but it is really not funny on any intellectual level.” Self publishing is beginning to look more sensible by the minute.

Shoot the Messenger

I am clearly no match
For your obvious
Quasi intellectualism
Coffee shop posturing
The self high-fiving
The nothing you offer
But snobbery
A mind in a box
Sitting silver
You wasp!
I slap at you
Black and white
Black hate prancing
Eyeballs racing
I know it
No substance?
I am life
I breathe it
Live it, love it
Suffer through it
Surrender to it
Your flighty caresses
You are no one
I am the rain from clouds
The puddles you step in
I stretch and bend
Rip, rip, rip

© Juliette Gillies

[Words by me. Image- Edgar Allan Poe- Tumblr]

Monday, December 10, 2012

diary/ november...

What you're looking at...

[images- Halloween in November!/ Beba Y Cene/ mugging/ protection/ gazing/ my bro/ bunny/ pedal to the metal/ lunch at mum's (thanks mum!)/ skull boots from Italy (thanks mum!)/ Torn Devotion set/ mugging on set/ Beba Y Cene again/ picnic buddies/ Movember and ramen/ sunset]

Saturday, December 8, 2012


"My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for." 

[source Neil Gaiman via Rookie magazine]

Saturday, November 17, 2012

wolves of siena...

There are werewolves on the streets of Siena...

My Dad took these for me in Siena, Italy. Feeding my wolf obsession.

[images- 'Wolves of Siena' © Ray Gillies]

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

diary/ october...

October 2012. Things were okay and then came the slap. Cancer, rejection and a funeral. Both my brothers and my parents overseas. Crying to myself. Saying nothing, feeling everything. We held each other up but as usual I'm the bridge even though I'm smaller. I built myself that way and it's alright because I can take it. Halloween came and then there were some smiles even if they were painted on. That's it. More than enough. Peace x

[images- Beastman @ Darling Quarter/ Toby Schmitz S+S/ crepes/ my favourite girl and a day at the art gallery/ LV art event/ Mr Wongs/ sharlotka/ Husky @ OAF/ our nanna/ after the goodbye/ margaritas in the daytime/ it's a dog's life/ skeleton friend/ me @ Jurassic Lounge/ my love/ skeleton me/ harvest dinner/ boo me]