Annie Walton Doyle

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."

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

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

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

I think it’s safe to say that I’m coming to the end of my blond

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

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

On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.

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

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.