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Detail of photograph by Etienne Mallard
Detail of photograph by Etienne Mallard

When War Was Just A Game (© Étienne Mallard) | OneShot

Etienne Mallard has spent a lifetime venturing far and wide. A retired high-school philosophy teacher, he has always considered himself just an amateur photographer — with decent equipment. He has visited a running total now of 80 countries since he first went to Austria in 1949, all the while taking more than 20,000 pictures: from views across the Iron Curtain, a still sleepy Brazil in the 1960s to his most recent tour of the Balkans.

With a little help from his grandson (and Worldcrunch's photo editor) Bertrand Hauger, for the past five years Monsieur Mallard a.k.a. "Grand-Père" has been sharing his 60+ years of travels, one slide at a time. Since Worldcrunch launched its photo-video project, OneShot, we saw an opportunity to combine two of our favorite things.

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