Annie Walton Doyle

Who could have predicted at the turn of the century that one of the biggest (if not the biggest) trends in makeup would be contouring?

Is there any makeup as synonymous with the twenty-teens as eyebrows?

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

Take your makeup love to its logical conclusion via a sensory attack on all fronts. Smelling like old ladies' handbags and young ladies' dressing tables and powder puffs and lipstick bullets has never been so easy as it is right now. It’s the scent family I call "makeup perfume."

It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.

In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.