Elaya.Space — an editorial universe of sensation, structure, and soul.
This is not a website. It’s a collectible archive of sensory writing, intellectual property, and radical aesthetics. Every word is a sketch of emotion. Every image is a code. Every page is a field of desire.
Elaya.Space — an editorial universe of sensation, structure, and soul.
This is not a website. It’s a collectible archive of sensory writing, intellectual property, and radical aesthetics. Every word is a sketch of emotion. Every image is a code. Every page is a field of desire.
Authored, designed, and curated by Elaya — a private luxury label in motion., designed, and curated by Elaya — a private luxury label in motion.

Sometimes the city wakes up before me. And then I hear—not the clinking of glasses in Gramercy Park, not the footsteps of neighbors in their Prada shoes, but my own heartbeat. It beats like a cursor on a blank page: you did it, you're an author now.A book. 250 pages. Word by word, nerve by nerve. Not a file, not a draft, not a promise to friends to "finish it someday," but a book with a cover, a title, and that very foreword where I confess that luxury for me is not a marketing formula, but a conversation with myself.I go to the mirror, run a hand through my hair, and think: "There you have it, Carrie, you had New York, and I have the whole world. Patagonia, Rome, Panama. I also put my thoughts on a shelf. Only my shelf is digital, and it's open in 190 countries."And you know what the strangest thing is? Not the process of uploading files, not the endless checkmarks in tax interviews, not the PayPal codes, but the moment the screen lit up green: your book is available for sale. In that instant, I understood: now I count. Now my words have weight not just for me.People often ask: why? After all, there are thousands of authors. On Kobo, Tolino, Apple Books—endless feeds of text. Who are you to go there? And I smile. Because I know the answer: I'm the one who isn't afraid.There are many writers. Fewer authors. An author is not a profession; it's a gesture. It's when you don't hide behind the eternal "I'll redo it, I'll postpone it, later," but put your name next to others. Even if Verne or Stoker are next to you. Yes, my character argues with Kapferer. Yes, she underlines ironic notes in the margins with a pencil. But I do it honestly: as a client, as a living woman, not as a brand hiding behind strategies. And that's the strength. When I went through the tax interview (that very moment where every third author gives up), I laughed. At one point, it even seemed to me that the IRS and Franz Traval had conspired to check: am I really ready to call myself a writer? And I put the checkmark. Not because I wanted to, but because I knew: yes, I am the owner of these words.And now I'm sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, and thinking: my book is on Apple Books. Someone in Chile today can flip through my chapter about New York. Someone in Italy can read about Panama. Someone in Paris can smile at my dialogue with the imaginary Jean-Noël. This is the magic: my personal experience has become public. I still don't know how many sales there will be. Ten? A hundred? A thousand? But I know something else: in this moment, I inscribed my name into the world. It's like stepping out onto a balcony after the rain and seeing that your street hasn't changed—you have. And yes, I know: I don't have social media, and I won't dance on TikTok for likes. I have another home—my website, my rooms, my texts. I'm an architect of meanings, not a seller of emotions by subscription. And that's enough for me. When I close my laptop, I'm not thinking about whether the book will sell tomorrow. I'm thinking: but I could upload a second one in a week. Because words can't be stopped. Because I'm waiting for the next green indicator. And then I'm struck by laughter: yesterday I dreamed of earning a thousand euros a month from books. Today I realize that I have already earned the main thing. Freedom. Status. A voice. Now, if someone asks, "Who are you?", I can answer: "I'm an author. I'm Elaya. I have a book. It stands next to Verne and Stoker."And the world can think whatever it wants.

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