About

Shirts suck. So we made our own.

Before Kris ever printed a single shirt, people already called him the king of shirts. He'd spend hours digging through Amazon and every other site out there, hunting for the one tee worth wearing. Most of it was garbage: lazy jokes, boring art, the same five slogans on repeat.

So we stopped hunting and started making them. High in the Pines exists for one reason: shirts suck. Ours don't.

The rule

Every design has to earn a reaction. If it doesn't pull at least one of these, it doesn't ship:

"Huh... damn, that's good." / "Savage." / "Badass. Where'd you get that?" / "I get it." / "Yeah, I'm offended. Ouch."

If you know, you know

Our favorite shirts don't explain themselves. Three crows, one of them on the ground: is it still a murder? A raven dressed as a conspiracy theorist. A bunch of alligators sitting in church. A 666 atom: six protons, six neutrons, six electrons. No captions. No hand-holding. The joke does the work.

Worn in the wild

We're just a couple of freaks who hike, live for the outdoors, and want to sell some damn good shirts. No investors, no marketing team, just us up in the pines. We wear our own shirts to work every day, and every day somebody asks where we got them. That's the whole marketing plan.

Why it's cheap

We're not chasing fat margins. High in the Pines is one of several businesses we're building, and we'd rather you own the shirt than have it stuck in our pockets. We run lean, and that includes a couple of AI business partners keeping the wheels turning while Kris works long hours.

Wear the chaos.