Paris Match is a French weekly magazine. It covers major national and international news along with celebrity lifestyle features. It was founded in 1949 by the industrialist Jean Prouvost.

In 1976 Daniel Filipacchi purchased the ailing Paris Match, and turned it into one of France’s most successful and influential magazines. The magazine is now part of Hachette Filipacchi Médias, which is itself owned by the Lagardère Group.

On occasion, Paris Match has sold more than one million copies worldwide with one issue.

At the end of last year they ran a seven (sept, oui?) page photo feature on Harris Tweed, HTH and the Isle of Lewis. Now my French is only marginally better than my Gaelic but even I can tell they approve. I spy young Eilidh from Abhainn Dearg draped demurely over the tyre of a Massey Ferguson forklift, the chick from Rare Bird in a cailleach on the catwalk affair, some mill workers and assorted other island types. Everyone looks great.

Une nature de sauvage de lande, de lochs et de riviéres inspire les motifs du tissue…

As an aside, I sort of had a moment of clarity this evening. You know sometimes you might hear about an old lady who started collecting glass frogs and it just sort of gets out of hand? You’d walk into her house and Every. Single. Surface. has a glass frog ornament on it… That’s sort of how I felt tonight. Right now I’ve got projects on guga, whisky, tweed, shielings, gaelic, fiddlebands…coming out of my ears. What has my life become, I used to be “hip”?!

But then sometimes you see articles like this, that you can only half understand, but you get that all these “uncool” things are actually just way ahead of the curve and that the rest of the world is gonna catch up soon.

(well maybe not with guga)

So it’s ok.

Sort of.

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