In the Italian habit, the city is a place more private than public. Within it, the intimate functions of living have as much space as the social ones that regulate the encounter between people. Thus, it can happen that the same wall becomes the destination of pilgrimage for several men seized by an elementary, even though apparently not confessable, physical urge. It’s a simply common practice. This is how the new, only for men urinals are born, immediately consecrated as such by a use as relaxed as widespread. An all-Italian panorama from a window in the historic centre of Genoa. A new pornography of the city. The contemporary visual lexicon, expanding from our display’s screens and shaped in the television terms of surveillance, dissolves into a representation in which the imaginary emerges.