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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Tomorrow Americans vote. The president sits at 31 percent approval. He spent his final Sunday not in a swing state but in Kansas, a state that hasn’t elected a Democratic senator since 1932, because Kansas is a toss-up now. Kansas. The man who won it by 16 points two years ago flew back to beg. His party’s candidates are doing something impressive: standing close enough to Trump to inherit his voters, far enough to pretend they have spines. Ashley Hinson in Iowa promised she’d “push back” on the president while sharing his stage. The push-back lasted until the applause died...
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She summited. The mountain is somebody else’s mail. Sunglasses, crop top, one hand in the air, standing on a pile of cardboard boxes and poly mailers the size of a small hill. The packages stretch to the treeline. She’s posing like it’s Everest and in a way it is: this is the summit the consumer economy has been building toward, one next-day delivery at a time. None of these boxes are hers and that is not the point. The point is the photo. Somewhere below this heap are addresses, tracking numbers, and people who checked “where’s my package” three times...
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Fifty-four posts in seven days. Dubstep took the biggest slice with ten, DnB came in right behind at nine, and the big-room crowd showed up like 2014 never ended. A Mauro Picotto double feature, Andy C making rooms lean forward, and Flux Pavilion refusing to become a nostalgia act. Not a quiet week. The Charts TLM feat. Merely - Summer Jam: immovable. Eight weeks at the top and nobody is catching it. Listen → Crashguard - For A Moment: climbing steadily, picking up ground week over week. Listen → Da Hool - Meet Her at the Loveparade (Hex Cougar Remix):...
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The president said today he still has “one or two targets” left in Iran. Two days before the midterms. Three weeks ago he promised he wouldn’t attack Iran before the election. The timing was bad for turnout. That was the stated reason. Turnout. A war is on pause so people can vote in peace and then resume watching the bombs. Troops are deployed in the Gulf while the commander in chief treats their next mission like a TV season finale you push to sweeps week. He started this in February. Thousands of people are dead. The reason for the pause...
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