Babe Walker of White Girl Problems

A Run-In With BABE WALKER of WHITE GIRL PROBLEMS

There are a few style blogs that will have you literally laughing out loud, and Babe Walker’s wildly popular White Girl Problems is most certainly one of them.

This downright outrageous blog gives new meaning to the term “guilty pleasure.” Walker dramatizes and pokes fun at some of life’s more trivial issues—from relationship conundrums to fashion mishaps—with just the right amount of snark and sass. With an impressive following on various social media platforms—and a new book to boot—this is one gal we just had to get to know better.

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What is the most common “white girl problem”?
Having panic attacks while thinking about Céline’s pre-fall silhouettes.

River Phoenix

Who are your style icons?
Lyn Revson (a woman who owned that much Hermès is not to be messed with) and River Phoenix, because he was sporting an unkempt bob before it was popular.

What is the most coveted item in your closet at the moment?
This enormous vintage 1970s Nina Ricci couture hooded velvet and mink cape that my grandmother left me. I love wearing it when I’m depressed because it soaks up the darkness in my soul.

Christian Louboutin or Lanvin? Little black dress or little leather pants? Oversized handbag or baguette?
I would select Christian Louboutins, paired with a black leather dress and an enormous python Balenciaga papier bag that can double as a tent if need be.

What is the best advice you have ever received? 
My grandmother once told me, “Don’t ever go to bed with a full face of makeup on, unless you think you’re going to die in your sleep,” and that has stuck with me.

If you were accidentally locked in Barneys overnight, what would we find you wearing in the morning?
I once fell asleep in a dressing room under a pile of ready-to-wear, and my personal shopper forgot that I was there. I woke up around midnight and was so overjoyed to be alone in my element that I grabbed all the Céline handbags I could carry, and lounged with them until morning. Then I crawled back under the pile of ready-to-wear and pretended I had no idea what had happened.

Images in main header courtesy of Babe Walker and Hyperion.

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