Annie Walton Doyle

Let this idea appeal to your insubordinate nature: the world wants me to not like my face, so guess what? I’ve decided I like it. Take that, world!

Being a Drag Queen isn't one-size-fits-all femininity. Not all real life women are glamorous and fabulous at all times, nor should we feel we have to be.

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

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

Sometimes with skincare, it’s the satisfying science speak which lulls you into a state of security.

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.

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

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

In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!