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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The evacuation plan has one seat and a selfie stick. Thumbs up, big grin, visor reflecting flames. Behind the helmet, the planet is on fire. Not a wildfire, not a region: the whole visible landmass is lit, and the smoke column is the biggest thing in the photo besides the astronaut’s ego. He is not heading back. The selfie is for the shareholders, or the memoir, or whichever platform still has signal at the edge of the atmosphere. Everyone else is down there, and the escape velocity cost more than their zip code.
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Donald Trump is at 32 percent approval, the lowest of his political career, with four weeks until midterms. And what did he spend his last political capital on? A taxpayer-funded ballroom renovation and a 1.8 billion dollar “anti-weaponization” slush fund so brazen that his own party gagged on it. The man who promised to drain the swamp just remodeled it. Now the Republican senators who rubber-stamped two years of this are discovering their spines. Roger Marshall is sweating a re-election race in Kansas, a state so red it practically bleeds. Vulnerable House Republicans are “distancing themselves” from Trump, which is...
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The dollar on the mat is doing a lot of work for 400% APR. Rendered like an old engraving, which is generous. Payday lending has been around long enough to be illustrated in the style of a Victorian warning poster, and the image still undersells the damage. The door is a bear trap. A real one, spring-loaded, teeth out, with a single bill on the welcome mat in front of it. Subtle like a car alarm. The sign says PAYDAY LOAN and the building says the rest. Whoever walks in there for one dollar walks out owing the trap.
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