Our Story
Three friends, one shared closet.
Faded Mojo started as a group text. Three designers who'd known each other for years, swapping pictures of thrift-store finds and arguing over which old logo was the best. Eventually someone said the obvious thing: we should just make the shirts ourselves.
How it started
We met over a stack of old matchbooks.
The three of us bonded the way design friends usually do: a thrift-store run in Denver, a flea market in Asheville, a parking-lot tailgate full of estate-sale boxes. Somewhere between a 1973 ski-resort patch and a glass ashtray from a long-shuttered motel, we realized we kept reaching for the same kind of stuff — the small graphic details that quietly held a whole era together.
We tried for years to find tees that captured that feeling. Most of what we found felt either too costume-y or too sterile — fonts from the right decade but no soul, or huge graphics that screamed instead of whispered. So we did what designers do: we made them ourselves.
Faded Mojo is what came out of that. A small studio working out of Highlands Ranch, Colorado, making graphic apparel that looks like it's already lived a life. Every piece starts with something we found — a postcard, a patch, a half-remembered place — and ends up on a shirt soft enough you'd grab it on instinct.
Meet the studio



