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 Day 196 of the war with Iran. Twenty-nine people have been executed in connection with anti-war protests. And the President of the United States is at a golf tournament in Doonbeg, Ireland, at a course he owns, the one that paid him $20 million last year. Five cargo planes full of armored Secret Service vehicles flew across the Atlantic so the man who started a war could sit in a hospitality tent and watch the Irish Open. Ireland footed a €20 million security bill for the visit. The Secret Service is booking rooms at his hotel, buying food at...
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Growth was strong this quarter. The chart just needed somewhere to stand. The board is delighted. The numbers go up and to the right, and they are drawn in chalk on the one guy who actually made them. The shareholder letter will not mention him. In this picture he is furniture.
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Fifteen years ago today, Coldplay released “Paradise.” It still sucks. The one where Chris Martin sings “para-para-paradise” on a loop like a GPS stuck recalculating. It was the second single off Mylo Xyloto, an album title that sounds like a prescription sedative and does roughly the same for the listener. The video featured a man in an elephant costume escaping a zoo and turning up at a concert in South Africa. That’s not a metaphor I’m reading into it. That is the literal plot. Fifty million YouTube views and counting, because apparently the bar was in hell and Coldplay brought...
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Amount left blank. Date left blank. Photo op fully funded. Six smiles, one giant cheque, and the only thing written on it is a promise to write something later. The cameras got what they came for. The line item did not.
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