Annie Walton Doyle

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

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.

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."

Do you have a good side? I definitely don’t have a preferred “side.” I am sometimes pictures of myself for my job, and I don’t know which side is better.

Many criticize Geordie Shore as entertainment in its lowest form: fights, drinking, people falling over, nudity, swearing, and “bucking” (sexual intercourse). Yet, to me, it is so much more than that. As a fully qualified human woman, I can’t help myself analyzing the show through feminist-tinted glasses. The decisions and attitudes of the “family” represent, to me, a new kind of feminism.

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

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

You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?