About Us
Kalt90 isn’t a brand. It’s a memory you can wear.
We were raised on flickering TVs and muddy local pitches. On Sunday derbies with flare smoke in the air, cassettes in the car, and heroes who moved like myths.
Players were icons before the cameras found them — worshipped in chants, remembered in detail, passed down like folklore.
This is for those who remember Greek football in the 90s — not as a product, but as a religion.
When the shirts were oversized, the hair was wild, and loyalty ran deeper than form. When the No. 10 disappeared behind cigarette fog and reappeared with a left-footed miracle.
Our tees are made to feel like found relics — faded, worn, unpolished.
Each one honors a cult legend. The ones who didn’t ask for attention — they earned it.