Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
The notebook changes its cover every month. Each one takes its cues from a different corner of music, paper and internet culture. Explore the collection below.
Haunted Notebook is here through November 1. Coffee Shop Confessional takes over November 2.
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
Cassette ribbons, red-pen hearts and pink paper. For anyone who ever put too much thought into a mixtape.
Vines wind around the speakers and flowers take over the margins. Spring gets the volume knob.
Pixel ghosts, cherries and electric blue meet the notebook doodles. A little arcade cabinet in the margins.
The pink splashes, coffee ring and black doodles that started it, with the volume turned up. The notebook's home colours.
Peel-and-stick chaos: skulls, butterflies, hearts and neon lightning. Think of the back of your favourite battered laptop.
Torn tickets, halftone fragments and bright scraps. A cover that borrows the rough edges of a wall full of gig flyers.
Black ink, torn paper and acid-yellow sparks. A love letter to photocopied zines and the flyers you kept after the show.
Stars, speakers, tape and every loud colour at once. Back-to-school stationery with absolutely no restraint.
Moths, little ghosts and crimson ink creep through the black flourishes. The notebook has a late-night alter ego.
Coffee rings, headphones and warm paper. A cover for the long walk home and the track you play again when you get there.
Moons, moths and constellations spill across midnight-blue ink. The margins drift into space; the music keeps going.
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It’s here. Whatever’s left of you by the time the closing ceremony starts is who you actually are. The Endshow is the part nobody can explain to people who weren’t there. Fire, fireworks, a hundred thousand people who are completely wrecked and somehow a little bit crying. Pace yourself today, because the last hour is the one you came for and you don’t want to sleep through it. Here’s the kind of thing that lands when you’ve got nothing left and the sky’s on fire. 1. KELTEK - OG 2 ZOMBIE KELTEK going full throttle for the part of the...
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On Tuesday Trump stood inside the Mack Trucks plant in Macungie, Pennsylvania, and told the workers he’d saved them. “I imposed a 25-percent tariff on medium and heavy-duty trucks so that Mack Truck could do very well with this factory,” he said, on camera, surrounded by people who still remember what happened in early 2025. Because that’s when Mack warned it might cut up to 350 jobs at this exact plant, and blamed the tariff chaos coming out of his own White House for the call. About 170 of them got laid off. Roughly 150 were eventually recalled, which the...
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Nan’s been raving in that warehouse since before your favorite DJ was born. Seen things in there. Says nothing.
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In late May, Mistral renamed its chatbot Le Chat — French for “the cat” — to “Vibe.” The fans mourning the cat did what the grieving do online: they built a replacement. Le Chaton Fat. Franglais for “the fat kitten,” an oxymoron with a face. It started in Mistral’s own community, hit X around June 11, and within hours actual machine-learning researchers were asking out loud if it was real. Cody Blakeney posted, dead serious, “Can someone tell me if Le Chaton fat is real or an amazingly elaborate joke?” No weights. No API. No model card. It never hit...
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Tomorrow it’s real. Friday the gates open, and somewhere around 11:30 Sefa walks out for “This is Sefa” and sets the tone for everything that follows. Opening sets are underrated by people who show up at 4pm. Nobody’s tired yet, nobody’s lost their friends yet, the whole thing is still pure potential. These are the tracks for that first hour, when the field is filling up and you still genuinely believe you’ll make it through to the Endshow. 1. Sefa - The Omega Sefa operates in his own lane and barely anyone can follow him there. Piano, frenchcore, classical training,...
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26 years ago today, Coldplay released “Yellow.” It still sucks. The whole song rides one metaphor a 15-year-old would’ve crossed out: you’re a star, I went yellow, the end. Chris Martin found four notes on a guitar, decided that was plenty, and pushed the falsetto until “earnest” started doing the job that “good” was supposed to do. Then the ad agencies got hold of it, and for the next decade you couldn’t watch a car drift down a coastal road or a phone spin on a white background without that mopey little riff leaking out of the speakers. It didn’t...
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