Annie Walton Doyle

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

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

It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.

There is literally no disadvantage to being confident. It’ll make you happier, more successful, a better friend, a better person.

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?

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

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.

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

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