Annie Walton Doyle

There seems to be something about being a Millennial that is making me depressed. Our childhoods have left us particularly unprepared for the "real world."

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

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

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

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.

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

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

The wonderful thing about knitting is that it combines mindfulness with mindlessness. You have to concentrate, sure, but you can easily lose yourself.

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