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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24 years ago today, Coldplay released “The Scientist.” It still sucks. Chris Martin sat at a piano, sang “nobody said it was easy” in that whimper he mistakes for emotion, and an entire generation of guys who own one acoustic guitar decided this was the pinnacle of songwriting. The lyrics are built from fridge magnets. “Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart.” My man rhymed science with science. The backwards music video was a neat trick, but you can’t watch a video backwards enough times to make “tell me you love me, come...
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HR ordered the confetti before they ordered the severance. He’s carrying the box. Plant, notebooks, the whole personal-effects goodbye kit. She’s behind him in the doorway of the building he just left, blasting a confetti cannon at his back with genuine enthusiasm. His face says he found out this morning. Her face says she booked the party popper on Tuesday. Every company that cuts people runs the same playbook: a press release about “difficult decisions,” a Slack message that begins “as many of you know,” and apparently, somewhere on the ninth floor, a person with a drawer full of confetti...
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