About Us
We make things that work better and last longer.
Somewhere between Las Vegas and the first honest place I ever visited, I started making clothes. That place was Kemmerer, Wyoming. Population 2,600. My father’s people. My great-grandmother Perk. A kid on a train heading somewhere for the first time that didn’t smell like smog and where life was completely different. I didn’t know what it meant then. I do now.
The Southwest is the last place in America where you can still disappear. Not metaphorically.
The Southwest is the last place in America where you can still disappear. Not metaphorically. Actually disappear. Into the canyon country, into the basin and range, into the dark where the Milky Way runs horizon to horizon and there is not a single bar of signal and nobody knows where you are and that is exactly the point. These are not places you share. These are not places you drop a pin on. These are places you earn.
KEMRR is the name of that. Gear for the riders and the builders and the artists and the beautiful lunatics who end up in the right place for all the wrong reasons. Small runs. No apologies. Wyoming origin. Southwest soul.