The Clubhouse Bag
Some ghosts wear lipstick.
 
 
Welcome to the Club.
Though she wears white, she carries mystery. The Clubhouse Bag is not for the faint or the forgotten. It’s for the woman born in the wrong era but dressed like she owns the whole damn decade. Styled with a wink and a well-cut slip, this is Harlem Carter’s love letter to late nights, long brunches, and the women who haunt both beautifully.
Mattified in soft white faux leather, like moonlight pressed into fabric, and lined with our signature mint suede, The Clubhouse whispers secrets in silk tones and bamboo accents. She may look proper, but she stirs trouble with a gloved hand.
Structured like a classic bucket but curved like a side glance across the pool, she carries all your essentials: lipstick, mischief, and an alibi. Adorned with our signature bamboo handle (a nod to when accessories had real backbone), this isn’t your grandmother’s clutch; it’s her best-kept secret.
She doesn’t beg for attention. She earns it.
And when she enters a room, every pearl behaves.
 
The Clubhouse Handbook
For Women Who Carry Well & Choose Chaos in White
 
Welcome, Darling.
By choosing The Clubhouse Bag, you’ve done more than select an accessory; you’ve signalled your allegiance to mystery, mischief, and mornings that start with pearls and end with stories. You’re not here to behave. You’re here to be remembered.
A word of caution: this bag does not disappear quietly into the background. Neither should you.
 
Clubhouse Commandments
(Often Broken. Never Ignored.)
1. Keep Secrets, Not Receipts.
If they ask what’s in your bag, smile.
If they ask where you got it, lie.
2. Pearls are Weapons.
They are not for blending in. They are for unsettling the room with charm and quiet dominance. Wear them like you mean it.
3. Mornings Are for Making an Entrance.
The Clubhouse Bag was not designed for discretion. Breakfast is a runway. Strut accordingly.
4. Bamboo Handles, Steel Backbone.
This bag has structure, and so do you. Slouching is for couches, not for icons.
5. Mystery Ages Well.
Don’t overshare. Don’t tag the location. Let them wonder.
6. She Doesn’t Sit on the Floor. Ever.
Neither does your bag. She's either in your hand, on her own chair, or on the table, centre stage, where she belongs.
7. White Isn’t Innocent.
It’s a statement. A dare. A clean slate you intend to ruin beautifully.
One Final Note:
The Clubhouse Bag goes where the bold go, brunches that turn into dinners, lovers who don’t deserve her, and parties that end on rooftops. She's not just a bag. She’s your plus one, your cover story, your conversation piece.
Welcome to the fold.
Your table is waiting, by the pool, naturally.
—The House of Harlem Carter