Annie Walton Doyle

In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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