Annie Walton Doyle

In much the same way I feel about my eyebrows, I feel perpetual dissatisfaction with my lips.

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

It’s funny to think that sometimes I don’t have the energy to get off the couch, or to buy groceries, yet my face is constantly using said energy t

During such trying times, there is one trusty frenemy whose shadowy presence always sneaks back into my life. Benzoyl peroxide, I wish I knew how to quit you.

Can you partake in the beauty industry — makeup, tutorials, magazines, and the oppressive standards they impose — and still feel good about your self-worth?

Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.

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

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

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

I love spending money like a total asshole as much as the next woman. But sometimes, a cheap thrill is the most thrilling thrill of all.