The colour of clubbers skin is not something I often think about when I go out on a friday evening (i’m usually too wasted for such cerebrally challenging topics!) I once went to an RnB night at the Ministry of Sound in London, where my friend remarked he and I were like 2 grapes in a bowl of plums – a reference to how we were the only people with white skin on the dancefloor. I was moved to remember my friend’s throw-away comment this weekend when we went to a one-off club night/party at the Museum of Modern Art in Rio – only this time because I was a grape in a bowl of, well, grapes of an

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