That sounds like the beginnings of a tedious doctoral thesis. But really, just like the flesh-colored crayon, "nude" is not created equal. My partner likes to joke that there should be some sort of "Negro nude" options provided. Until then, I'll refer to these beauties as my "light-skinned cousin on my mother's side" collection.
With the fall collections out, my mind keeps drifting to transitional outfits of cozy sweaters and chunky shoes and minimal jewelry, which seems particularly perverse considering the winter Chicago just had.