This shirt is for skiers who chew trail mix at altitude and call it a feast. It honors the true believer — the skier who came for the mountain, not the lounge music.
The design captures a mid-turn blur of motion, a skier slicing through powder like a blade through silk. Lunch is for Sissies isn’t a taunt; it’s a credo. It means pocket snacks, frozen fingers, and another run before the crowd even finds a table.
Printed on organic cotton that feels like well-worn base layers and breathes like alpine air, it’s built for those who don’t ski for applause or après — they ski for flow, solitude, and the clean ache of earning every turn.
This shirt is for skiers who chew trail mix at altitude and call it a feast. It honors the true believer — the skier who came for the mountain, not the lounge music.
The design captures a mid-turn blur of motion, a skier slicing through powder like a blade through silk. Lunch is for Sissies isn’t a taunt; it’s a credo. It means pocket snacks, frozen fingers, and another run before the crowd even finds a table.
Printed on organic cotton that feels like well-worn base layers and breathes like alpine air, it’s built for those who don’t ski for applause or après — they ski for flow, solitude, and the clean ache of earning every turn.
