The current exhibition is linked to the previous project through the wandering phantasm of Pinocchio, that grew up from a genderless log into a clinical Gumbert-like "anonym", his confession supplied. This perfect psychoanalytic story makes an antimony with the photographic series, where text stands for "daylight", enlightened and sentimental consciousness while photography goes as a dark sublimation or a "night-time" unconscious. The "childish" Pinoccio-styled poetic description of sexual experience not only makes it difficult to define the "patient's" age, but also shows up in a "tortured" surface of the photographs through explicit traces of orgasms reached by hard work. The brave paper foolscap made by papa Carlo looks more like a dreary nightcap with age. The same happens to a dummy-face that becomes older and closer to its prototype, the beak of a plague overall. Masquerade results in a merry reunion with a true object of desire, a sturdy and comfortable pinewood box.