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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You used to just have a key. Soaked through, standing on his own front porch, staring at a door that used to let him in. Where the doorknob should be there’s a massive blue SUBSCRIBE button. The porch light is on. His stuff is in there. His couch, his bed, his dry clothes. All behind a paywall that wasn’t there yesterday morning. The subscription model has eaten software, music, newspapers, fitness, and now, apparently, shelter. He can’t even be mad at the right person because there is no person, just a button and a terms of service update he didn’t...
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15 years ago today, Coldplay released Mylo Xyloto. It still sucks. The title sounds like what happens when you pass out on your keyboard, which is appropriate because that’s exactly what the music does to people. This was the record where Chris Martin decided stadium pop needed a Rihanna feature and a concept album about a dystopian love story. Nobody asked for either, and everyone got both. They turned “Paradise” into a ringtone that colonized every shopping mall on earth for two straight years. The whole thing reads like George Orwell filtered through a Hallmark card and set to the...
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