King Of Soles was launched by Glenn Hisleap and is supposedly Ireland’s very first sneaker label according to him. He is quite an interesting gentleman and his honesty was remarkable when I asked him the reason for starting this shoe business.. his answer was something like this :
Why did I do this?
Same reason any man ever did anything. The reason for every war, attempt to conquer lands & people. Every madness over thousands of years, comes back to..
A woman.I think if it weren’t for women, men would be happy enough to live in under a tree, and fight for meat.If I had her, and I was trying to start a shoe label, the first sign that it was difficult, or the first time manufacturing annoyed me, I’d quit, I’d say it’s not worth it.I have all I need.I also thought, she’d find someone who was more consistent.. I didn’t wanna burden her with my stuff. She deserved a lot better.If I put her happiness ahead of my own, I’m better off leaving. It’d be selfish to stay. And then of course, no other woman replaces her. If I have a circus in my bed, a dwarf, a bearded lady, a strong woman, 4 contortionists.. but it seems like 5, 2 goats, and a fella on a unicycle.. I still feel like my bed’s empty, even when it isn’t. You know like when an amputee says they have an itch on a leg or arm that’s no longer there? A phantom itch. I feel cold where her head lay on my chest, and where her left leg wrapped round me. Anyway it wasn’t going to be someone else to be my challenge.None else matters like that.It had to be a thing..I found a thing.. Shoes.I had to try to build an empire to replace her.I’m only on the foundations now.
It has been said that behind every great man, there is a great woman and I believe this is the case with Sir Glen Hisleap. But he went into further details to explain how the label was born. Here is how King Of Soles came to be in Glenn’s own words:
Basically I was 20, living in Catalonia, bar tending, happy.. making half minimum wage, and getting 6 days off in 6 months.. but happy.I went home (Ireland) for the holidays in December, in my mind it was for 2 weeks, and 2 weeks only. Unless I was keeping my intentions from myself, I mean, I really didn’t know I was leaving Catalonia. All my stuff is still out there. Anyway, somehow or another I just felt the urge to really push, for things that I was never meant to attain.