The Collectors Edition.
Folly 003 made its debut at the Frankfurt Book Fair and returns with the same company it has always kept: local and international writers working at the risqué, intelligent and beautiful edge the journal is known for.
Kirsha Kaechele dismantles the ego by way of ayahuasca and online trolling. Max Rashbrooke goes to Fieldays. Danyl McLauchlan considers AI and creativity. The Australian writer Katy Knighton takes up the one thing every teenager does and no parent will name. The Reserve Bank's chief economist explains, plainly, why the New Zealand economy is fucked. And Nikki Gemmell's essay on the word cunt proved, to one national retailer, more objectionable than its own shelves of sadomasochistic billionaire romance — alongside poetry whose use of the f-word was judged a threat to family values.
Folly is a luxury object: made to be read, kept, gifted, displayed. This issue was bestselling, and after selling out is now back for Folly readers to order from anywhere in the world.
The Collectors Edition.
Folly 003 made its debut at the Frankfurt Book Fair and returns with the same company it has always kept: local and international writers working at the risqué, intelligent and beautiful edge the journal is known for.
Kirsha Kaechele dismantles the ego by way of ayahuasca and online trolling. Max Rashbrooke goes to Fieldays. Danyl McLauchlan considers AI and creativity. The Australian writer Katy Knighton takes up the one thing every teenager does and no parent will name. The Reserve Bank's chief economist explains, plainly, why the New Zealand economy is fucked. And Nikki Gemmell's essay on the word cunt proved, to one national retailer, more objectionable than its own shelves of sadomasochistic billionaire romance — alongside poetry whose use of the f-word was judged a threat to family values.
Folly is a luxury object: made to be read, kept, gifted, displayed. This issue was bestselling, and after selling out is now back for Folly readers to order from anywhere in the world.
