Annie Walton Doyle

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

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

Blurred lip lines make your mouth look plumper in a natural, non-Juvadermed way (pretty), plus makes it look like you’ve just been making out (further proof you are pretty — as if you needed it).

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

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

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."

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

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

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

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.