We have always had a complex relationship with nudity: this is a sensitive point where our biological, social and individual beginnings converge. Biological dictates the natural need to remove clothes, if it is hot, and put it on again when it is cold. But nudity in many cases seems socially unacceptable, and religions, regardless of the denomination, consider it sinful. At the same time, it is idealized in art and popular culture. From these contradictions and individual experience, including parental education and our own relationships with the body, consists our perception of nudity — our own or someone else’s.

The naked body is often shown publicly, becoming an object, a kind of beauty stamp used by the media to attract more fans. We are so accustomed to get naked that it does not cause us much discomfort.

But what is the real nudity? Unless removing clothes, we reveal our true essence, our emotions, feelings, experiences and fears? Or is a naked body another mask that we wear, following fashion and imposed stereotypes? Is there something deeper under this naked body that we don’t show to anyone?