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!

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.

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

Who could have predicted at the turn of the century that one of the biggest (if not the biggest) trends in makeup would be contouring?

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

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

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

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.

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