Annie Walton Doyle

Remember at the start of the year, when we all watched a teenager with a mouth full of Juvaderm bizarrely reclining in front of a fire that looks l

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

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.

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

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

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

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

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.

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