Annie Walton Doyle

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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