In a house there are several areas that are rarely shown to someone who is not homemade. Say the storage room, the loft, the boiler room, a closet. They are often located at the foot of the underground house or at the top of the inaccessible house. These corners of the house trigger shame, fear. Dirty, messy or something that doesn't match the characteristics of the character we've created for the outside; what's not a sign is what we put into the drawer of everything we give it understanding. What must be kept secret, just in case. In the space we consider shameful, only I or very close, and the feeling is that they must be protected from the gaze or judgment of those we consider non-home. Sometimes enclosed spaces can be included. But when they become despicable, there's a crossing experience, because we're entering a space of special entity, a depth corner.

According to Paul Preciado, in his book Pornotopia, in the apartment of the single masculinity created by Playboy magazine two corners of the house were kept for the intimacy and privacy of man: the office and the bathroom, and in the reading of Preciado, the brain and the spatial expressions of the year. And they are kitchen, living room and technologized bed, hand, eyes and penis conceived for public domesticity. Significant.

The spaces of intimacy are spheres of intimacy that seem to be conformed as a matrix: we feel some areas of the body more intimate than others, we can intuit the need to protect the space that surrounds our body, like the objects that are ours, and with our domestic spaces or with the plots of the territory in which we live. These spherical spaces have elasticity to increase and decrease, harden and undo, according to day and situation, an architecture of intimacy in different ways.