Clara Jolie, in full Parisian stride.
Rising talent. Unstoppable energy.
The tenacity and vivacity of our world—worn well.
Q&A
What’s your daily routine?
I start early—espresso, a script, and a quiet walk along the Seine before the city gets loud. Mornings are for lines and movement; afternoons are a blur of auditions, fittings, and a stolen croissant between scenes. Evenings belong to friends, films, and a little journaling to stitch the day together.
What is your favorite item in your wardrobe?
A tailored camel coat that goes everywhere with me. It softens a sharp suit, elevates denim, and feels like confidence on the shoulders. If I’m not in that, it’s a slinky knit I can dress up or down in five seconds flat.
Do you prefer stylish and not practical or the other way around?
I refuse to choose. Style is my language; practicality is my pace. I need pieces that keep up when the day runs from sunrise castings to midnight screenings—beautiful, functional, and made to move.
What’s in your Bag?
Always makeup first: a skin tint for on-the-go glow, creamy concealer, brow gel, a swipe-and-go cream blush, translucent powder, and two lipsticks (a nude for castings, a red for courage). I keep a mini fragrance vial, blotting papers, and a tiny highlighter stick for cheekbone emergencies.
I’m a nest-and-go girl: my Mini Bleecker pouches slip inside the Big Bleecker so I can switch scenes without repacking. One mini is my “face kit,” another holds hair ties, pins, and a compact brush, and there’s a tech mini for chargers and earbuds. Flexibility, sorted.
For the gym, my favorite is the Weekend Bag—Small. It’s perfectly sized to tuck into a locker, yet roomy enough for trainers, a fresh tee, and—crucially—my early-cocktail outfit rolled in a garment pouch. Post-workout, I add a slick of lip color and I’m out the door.
When I travel, it’s pouches on pouches—myriads, truly. Skincare in one, inflight makeup edits in another, jewelry in a soft zip, and a document pouch so I never fumble at the gate. Organization is my calm; the Bleecker minis keep everything in its place, wherever Paris (or a call time) sends me.
