Annie Walton Doyle

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."

Of all of the supposed beauty “problems” in the world, for me, roots are really the least “problematic.” In fact, I love mine dearly.

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.