What we possess that is most intimate and marked by the specter of life, by the years that pass, is our body. The body is born, lives and dies naked, clothes cannot hide the perception that every consciousness has of itself, of its own body. It is felt and perceived under the fabrics, when it is cold, when one sweats, when one trembles and when one desires, when one washes and when one suffers. One of the uneasiness to explore, as from the manifesto that animates us, is the contradiction between the phenomenological perception of nudity in the terms just outlined and the now concrete impossibility of representing ourselves authentically, what we are can be so only for us and perhaps not even for the intimate people we relate to. Nudity, intended therefore also as an authentic expression of what we are and what we would like to be, offends, nudity frightens, nudity must be repressed. It has not always been so and it is not everywhere so. But the spaces that contemporaneity leaves to the body in its integral beauty are increasingly reduced although, paradoxically, whoever acts this stigma brings as an argument, beyond a phantom social sensitivity, an excess of representative freedom. Forcing thought functional to one’s own fears. To the double projection that is brought to nudity, first sexualized and in turn repressed as a sexual image. Neither one nor the other. Not necessarily the body must be sexualized and not necessarily sexuality must be demonized, as an integral and original part of the living being, paradoxical is therefore the contradiction that arises.