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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Half of American renters are spending more than 30% of their income on housing. Not the broke ones. Double-shift nurses and warehouse workers pulling overtime in cities where a studio apartment costs more than a mortgage did twenty years ago. Twenty-two million households handing a third of every dollar to a landlord while the construction pipeline collapses and material costs climb 42% since 2020. Nobody in Washington treats this like an emergency because nobody in Washington rents. The median member of Congress is worth well over a million dollars. They own property. Rising home values are their retirement plan. They...
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Gold records on the wall and the fine print on the floor below. A band of kids in leather jackets signing their first contract. It starts at the desk and does not stop at the desk, spilling off the edge, down the staircase, out the door, and presumably into the parking lot. The executive sits back with his hands together. He has read this document. Nobody with a skull tattoo and a first single reads the part about perpetuity. The gold records behind him belong to whoever signed the last scroll, and they are still hanging there, which is more...
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Sixty drops this week. House and drum and bass split the top of the pile between them, dubstep brought the heavy artillery, and somehow a pair of budget Bluetooth earbuds is sitting at number four on the monthly chart. I genuinely have no complaints. The Charts Isam Hadjih feat. Ormella - In My Dreams: holding the top for a 4th week, completely unmoved. Listen → TLM feat. Merely - Summer Jam: locked at two for 5 weeks running. Listen → Seven Lions & Kill The Noise - I Need: steady at three, 4 weeks and counting. Listen → Cheap Earbuds...
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Trump is promising every adult American $5,000 if Republicans win the midterms. He calls it a “dividend.” From what? Tariff revenue the Supreme Court already gutted. The man is writing checks on a closed account and calling it generosity. The math alone should end the conversation. Two hundred seventy million adults times five thousand dollars is $1.35 trillion. The entire federal education budget is about $80 billion. He doesn’t have the money. Congress hasn’t authorized it. There is no application and no timeline. It is a number on a Truth Social post, and that’s all it will ever be. But...
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