Notebooks with a mouth on them. Four colours. Four girls. One very London attitude.
Four hardback A5 notebooks. 192 lined pages. One cover for every kind of day.
Four neighbourhoods, four moods, four notebooks. Pick the one that's already in your group chat.
Notting Hill
Iced oat lattes, fresh peonies, three voice notes long enough to count as a novel. She journals in fountain pen and means it.
Dalston
Out till 4, in bed till 2, opinions for breakfast. Carries the green one because subtlety isn't a personality trait.
South Kensington
Will compliment your shoes and end your career in one sentence. Wears the cyan one to coffee dates she's about to walk out of.
Primrose Hill
Tote full of lemons, sunglasses on at 8am, half a manuscript in the front pocket. Will out-write you and out-yap you.
Off-duty, on-camera, mid-rant. The girls in the wild.
Started in a kitchen with a sharpie and a grudge. Now in bags, on desks and at the bottom of handbags everywhere.
Lockdown. First sketches. The asterisk arrives uninvited and never leaves.
First batch — pink only. Sells out to friends, friends' mums, and one stranger on the tube.
The Filthy Four. Four colours, four moods, one increasingly opinionated brand.
You, holding a notebook that says exactly what you mean.
Pre-sale opens soon — pick your girl.
£14.99
Out till 4, in bed till 2, opinions for breakfast. Dalston's loudest hardback — for the chaos girl who already knew.
