Without bothering Jung and its "Puer aeternus" or Pascoli with its "Little Boy", we can certainly agree that, somewhere inside each of us, there's a young core, instinctive, creative but also innocent and naïve. What would happen if this intimate essence would be completely revealed?

L' Enfant Extérieur (The Outer Child) takes into analysis this possibility, showing us a world of men in the shape of children, as if the body could slip on the ugliness of life, less expected to imagine big fawn's eyes winking in the night clubs or little chubby hands shaking in the offices.

An examination that begins from the classical dichotomy shape-substance and that questions itself about the nature of purity and the inevitability of the corruption, without taking itself too seriously, because in the end, you know, children like to play.