Hello, my name is 241-1, although my friend
40-1 always….sorry, I’m always digressing. In any case, my life has become more interesting. For a long time I’ve only been laying in a box, at the back of the storage room and, in the front office, there were hardly any news to be heard.
For a couple of years now something has been going and now they have even taken me to the front and put me into a shop-window, close to this modern tin column with a glass mountain on top. They call it “award”, but he doesn’t talk to me
......Oh, half past 6, Mrs Hinden is coming and turning on the light… Did you see, 40-1, me on video! Video_Spedi.mp4
You know, in 1960, we, the Künzli-shoes, were called by the number of the article,
i.e. me 241-1.
Our descendants at the front on the more recent shelves have more difficult lives. One that resembles me slightly is called “Simplicissimus”… the nice and young graphic designer always says “Simplismus”… ha, ha. So, if Künzli senior …. Pardon? … Oh well, here you pronounce it Küenzli. Where did I leave … Künzli senior… yes, he was strict… maybe he wouldn’t have liked it at all. Preisliste_Kuenzli_1960.pdf .
Excuse me, I have to present 40-1: He is the leather tennis shoe with the crepe sole – evidently also with the five stripe fit-lacing: in 1959 and 1960 we were together on the prize-list “world noveltie
Oh, I could tell you lots of stories …. You know Künzli junior got the idea for the sports shoe lacing on the beach, during holidays. And then he started working with straps of canvas… sometimes it is difficult to find as good a quality of canvas as in the old days, murmurs the small fair-haired person, and even worse with the D-rings as they used to get but eyelets. One pull and it has to fit, he always said.
Shh, now I have to stop, otherwise I don’t get what’s going on. If the tin neighbour doesn’t tell on me, I’ll come back…