Annie Walton Doyle

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

Remember at the start of the year, when we all watched a teenager with a mouth full of Juvaderm bizarrely reclining in front of a fire that looks l

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.

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?

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

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.

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."

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

My struggles with eyebrows have been well documented over the years.

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