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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Five years ago today, Coldplay released Music of the Spheres. It still sucks. They literally named tracks with emoji. Not ironically. Someone in a boardroom approved this. “Higher Power” sounds like it was focus-grouped in an airport lounge, and “My Universe,” the BTS collab, was the most transparent grab for a younger audience since a Fortune 500 company hired a meme intern. Chris Martin sang “you are my universe” over a Max Martin beat and the entire internet pretended this was a cultural event. Salon called the album “an unholy mess.” They were being kind. The whole record is a...
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Four years of med school, overruled by a rubber stamp. A doctor holds a chest x-ray. You can see ribs, lungs, a whole human being on that film. Behind him a suit is pressing a red rubber stamp into it: NOT MEDICALLY NECESSARY. The suit hasn’t glanced at the film once. The stamp already says what it’s going to say, and it was going to say that before the patient walked in. Insurance as a system where the person making the call has the least medical training in the room, a stamp that has never once said yes, and a...
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