Annie Walton Doyle

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

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

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?

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

Not often am I willing to declare myself as any sort of spokeswoman, but I am happy to speak for all of us when I say: thank Baby J winter is endin

If there’s one thing that makes me deeply proud of my generation (apart from our general anti-Brexit sentiment) it’s the newfound omnipresence high

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

Writing my piece on the wonderful, amazing, superlative yet disappointingly evasive Seventeen Stay Time Foundation got me thinking.

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.

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