Annie Walton Doyle

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

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

Companies — like, say, L'Oreal — wouldn’t just use the broad, vague, abstract concept of diversity (by hiring Munroe Bergdorf) to lure in customers... would they? But you have to remember — companies are about money-making first and foremost. Sometimes, they’re not really about much else.

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

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

I love spending money like a total asshole as much as the next woman. But sometimes, a cheap thrill is the most thrilling thrill of all.

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

Aside from knitting and prescribed medications, beauty products are the thing that helps me out the most during a bout of depression. Sound crazy? Read on.

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

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