Annie Walton Doyle

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

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.

It’s a prime example of what I’ve known all along: that the true crime interest and the niceness of a person are not mutually exclusive.

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

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

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

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

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

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.