Walking into a Jack Wolfskin store today felt like giving up.

I didn’t feel the urge to climb Everest.

The marketing wants to target Gen Z.

The store feels like a dead bazaar.

We’re supposed to be transitioning from “New Balance cool” to this, but the space screams “tucked-in shirt” rather than “summit.”

I used to think legacy brands were safe.

Now I realize they are the most vulnerable.

If I’m climbing Everest, I want to feel heroic. If I’m walking the dog, I want to look cool.

This space offered neither.