We Make It Easy for You to Share Your Story in a Book
StoryTerrace helps individuals, families, and companies create beautifully crafted books. From the book cover to the photos and stories, each book is bespoke and uniquely yours.
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To create a world where every life story is treasured by composing books that elegantly capture each individual’s unique narrative.
Meet The Team Behind The Curtains
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Agustina Valmaggia
Agustina Valmaggia
Agustina has always loved stories. Originally from Argentina, she moved to the United States to study filmmaking, before moving to the UK to complete an MSc in Marketing. Her career has taken her through film, events and marketing, but storytelling has remained the thread running through it all.
Now, at StoryTerrace, she gets to combine her love of stories and people, helping bring the experiences and memories of others to life.Outside of work, you'll probably find Agustina reading a book, watching a film, planning her next trip or baking.
Agustina Valmaggia
Agustina has always loved stories. Originally from Argentina, she moved to the United States to study filmmaking, before moving to the UK to complete an MSc in Marketing. Her career has taken her through film, events and marketing, but storytelling has remained the thread running through it all.
Now, at StoryTerrace, she gets to combine her love of stories and people, helping bring the experiences and memories of others to life.Outside of work, you'll probably find Agustina reading a book, watching a film, planning her next trip or baking.
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Elsa Thompson
Elsa Thompson
Elsa came to StoryTerrace from a project management background in EDI after a degree in English Literature and Philosophy. She carries the same instinct into her work here: that people, and their right to be heard properly, come first. She guides projects from first interview to finished book, keeping writers and clients moving in the same direction. Nothing beats seeing a project reach its full potential. Outside work, she writes, reads constantly, and can usually be found at a gig. Let her know what you are listening to!
Elsa Thompson
Elsa came to StoryTerrace from a project management background in EDI after a degree in English Literature and Philosophy. She carries the same instinct into her work here: that people, and their right to be heard properly, come first. She guides projects from first interview to finished book, keeping writers and clients moving in the same direction. Nothing beats seeing a project reach its full potential. Outside work, she writes, reads constantly, and can usually be found at a gig. Let her know what you are listening to!
Rutger Bruining
Rutger Bruining
Rutger graduated with a degree in Business Economics from the University of Amsterdam and in 2004 started working as a strategy consultant for Booz Allen Hamilton. Three years later he moved to New York for an MBA at Columbia University, after which he became Investment Director at Arle Capital (formerly Candover) in London. In 2013 he quit his job in private equity to focus on his love for history and stories: he founded StoryTerrace. Rutger likes sports and travelling; on the top of his wish list are Australia and Uganda.
As the StoryTerrace Founder and CEO, Rutger enjoys bringing stories to life.
A special medal
I woke up, lying on the road that runs through the south side of Central Park. Two large nurses were bent over looking down at me.
‘Do you know where you are?’ one of them asked. I didn’t have a clue.
‘You’re in New York City.’
‘Why?’ was the reply I managed.
I had arrived in the city a few days earlier to run the world-famous New York City Marathon with five of my friends. We had been training for half a year but that morning, as we drove towards the start in a silent bus filled with nervous competitors, it was easy to feel unprepared.
At this point, the runners with disabilities had already begun their 26.2-mile battle. Some of them were running on one leg and some were using crutches – their resolve was pure inspiration. I knew for sure: nothing was going to stop me from crossing the finish line in the fastest possible time.
Waiting amongst the crowd of other runners, I listened to the US national anthem blare over the speakers. Then, Mayor Bloomberg fired the starting gun and the mass of runners – myself included – heaved forward. It was sunny and I felt untouchable, running like the wind. I even had a big head start over two friends who had always been faster in training.
With two-thirds of the race complete, my legs were beginning to feel heavy. But enthusiastic cheers and wild yells pushed me forward; the crowd was absolutely mad. I wasn’t going to walk for even one step, not even on the long stretch through Manhattan and up towards the Bronx. The brave men and women on crutches that I saw in the morning wouldn’t slow down either. When I heard the crowd shouting, ‘Get the hell outta the Bronx,’ in that old-school New York accent, accompanied by roaring laughter, I knew I was almost at the point where the course shifted downhill.
On the bottom end of Central Park, my sight was blurred but the feeling the end was on the horizon gave me a boost. A friend of mine jumped over the fences, handed me a sports drink and disappeared. I took a gulp, threw away the bottle and hurled myself forward for the last mile. At the same time I tried to work out, unsuccessfully, whether I’d make the time I’d set for myself.
And then, all of a sudden, there I was. As in a dream, stammering up at two nurses. I tried to stay awake, but couldn’t keep myself present as I moved in and out of consciousness. An ambulance transported me to the nearest hospital, sirens blaring. When we arrived, I realized I couldn’t remember a thing. A scary feeling. Where was I? With whom? And why? I couldn’t remember my parents’ telephone number, which had been the same for over twenty years. Every time I tried to write it down, the result was a few numbers feebly written.
As the hours passed, my memory slowly returned and my friends showed up at my bedside. One of them had a medal and, to my amazement, said it was for me. I didn’t feel I had earned it, but they insisted, so I said thanks and accepted the gesture. Plus, who knows what stunt they had pulled to get it? After all, a New York marathon medal isn’t that easy to come by.
Seven years went by before I found out the story behind my undeserved token of victory. The fastest runner of all had given up his medal for me.
Rutger Bruining
Rutger graduated with a degree in Business Economics from the University of Amsterdam and in 2004 started working as a strategy consultant for Booz Allen Hamilton. Three years later he moved to New York for an MBA at Columbia University, after which he became Investment Director at Arle Capital (formerly Candover) in London. In 2013 he quit his job in private equity to focus on his love for history and stories: he founded StoryTerrace. Rutger likes sports and travelling; on the top of his wish list are Australia and Uganda.
As the StoryTerrace Founder and CEO, Rutger enjoys bringing stories to life.
A special medal
I woke up, lying on the road that runs through the south side of Central Park. Two large nurses were bent over looking down at me.
‘Do you know where you are?’ one of them asked. I didn’t have a clue.
‘You’re in New York City.’
‘Why?’ was the reply I managed.
I had arrived in the city a few days earlier to run the world-famous New York City Marathon with five of my friends. We had been training for half a year but that morning, as we drove towards the start in a silent bus filled with nervous competitors, it was easy to feel unprepared.
At this point, the runners with disabilities had already begun their 26.2-mile battle. Some of them were running on one leg and some were using crutches – their resolve was pure inspiration. I knew for sure: nothing was going to stop me from crossing the finish line in the fastest possible time.
Waiting amongst the crowd of other runners, I listened to the US national anthem blare over the speakers. Then, Mayor Bloomberg fired the starting gun and the mass of runners – myself included – heaved forward. It was sunny and I felt untouchable, running like the wind. I even had a big head start over two friends who had always been faster in training.
With two-thirds of the race complete, my legs were beginning to feel heavy. But enthusiastic cheers and wild yells pushed me forward; the crowd was absolutely mad. I wasn’t going to walk for even one step, not even on the long stretch through Manhattan and up towards the Bronx. The brave men and women on crutches that I saw in the morning wouldn’t slow down either. When I heard the crowd shouting, ‘Get the hell outta the Bronx,’ in that old-school New York accent, accompanied by roaring laughter, I knew I was almost at the point where the course shifted downhill.
On the bottom end of Central Park, my sight was blurred but the feeling the end was on the horizon gave me a boost. A friend of mine jumped over the fences, handed me a sports drink and disappeared. I took a gulp, threw away the bottle and hurled myself forward for the last mile. At the same time I tried to work out, unsuccessfully, whether I’d make the time I’d set for myself.
And then, all of a sudden, there I was. As in a dream, stammering up at two nurses. I tried to stay awake, but couldn’t keep myself present as I moved in and out of consciousness. An ambulance transported me to the nearest hospital, sirens blaring. When we arrived, I realized I couldn’t remember a thing. A scary feeling. Where was I? With whom? And why? I couldn’t remember my parents’ telephone number, which had been the same for over twenty years. Every time I tried to write it down, the result was a few numbers feebly written.
As the hours passed, my memory slowly returned and my friends showed up at my bedside. One of them had a medal and, to my amazement, said it was for me. I didn’t feel I had earned it, but they insisted, so I said thanks and accepted the gesture. Plus, who knows what stunt they had pulled to get it? After all, a New York marathon medal isn’t that easy to come by.
Seven years went by before I found out the story behind my undeserved token of victory. The fastest runner of all had given up his medal for me.
Amit Gami
Amit Gami
Amit is the guiding force behind all of our marketing initiatives at StoryTerrace. Uniquely coming from a chemical engineering background, he brings a methodical approach to creating demand generation systems that optimise by design over time. Driven by a deep personal connection to StoryTerrace’s mission, Amit passionately believes in the importance of capturing everyone’s life story, celebrating the precious nature of each individual journey.
Outside the office, Amit is an avid golfer with a competitive streak, relishing the challenge and camaraderie of the game. He is also a dedicated meditation practitioner, finding solace and clarity through mindfulness amidst the hustle of daily life.
Amit Gami
Amit is the guiding force behind all of our marketing initiatives at StoryTerrace. Uniquely coming from a chemical engineering background, he brings a methodical approach to creating demand generation systems that optimise by design over time. Driven by a deep personal connection to StoryTerrace’s mission, Amit passionately believes in the importance of capturing everyone’s life story, celebrating the precious nature of each individual journey.
Outside the office, Amit is an avid golfer with a competitive streak, relishing the challenge and camaraderie of the game. He is also a dedicated meditation practitioner, finding solace and clarity through mindfulness amidst the hustle of daily life.
Moseley Labor
Moseley Labor
With 8 years of sales experience across media, retail and healthcare industries Moseley has a passion for providing a high level of service and building lasting relationships with clients. Moseley also has a passion for sports – he’s currently undertaking a Master’s in sports law. Other interests include travelling, technology and cooking.
Moseley Labor
With 8 years of sales experience across media, retail and healthcare industries Moseley has a passion for providing a high level of service and building lasting relationships with clients. Moseley also has a passion for sports – he’s currently undertaking a Master’s in sports law. Other interests include travelling, technology and cooking.
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Linsey Huybrechts
Linsey Huybrechts
With a background in Occupational Therapy, Linsey has always been driven by a passion for helping others reach their full potential. After several years in the field, she transitioned naturally into HR, drawn by the opportunity to help create positive, inclusive workplaces where individuals want to make a difference, feel supported and motivated to perform at their best. Linsey is dedicated to bringing value and success to the business by building a culture that fosters employee satisfaction, development, and productivity.
Outside of work, Linsey enjoys spending quality time with friends, listening to lots and lots of music, exploring new experiences, and unwinding with a good book in the sunshine.
Linsey Huybrechts
With a background in Occupational Therapy, Linsey has always been driven by a passion for helping others reach their full potential. After several years in the field, she transitioned naturally into HR, drawn by the opportunity to help create positive, inclusive workplaces where individuals want to make a difference, feel supported and motivated to perform at their best. Linsey is dedicated to bringing value and success to the business by building a culture that fosters employee satisfaction, development, and productivity.
Outside of work, Linsey enjoys spending quality time with friends, listening to lots and lots of music, exploring new experiences, and unwinding with a good book in the sunshine.
A Short History,
by Rutger Bruining
My grandfather told the most amazing stories:
Stories about the time he was asked to join a training session for the national football team when the regular goalkeeper hadn’t shown up, and he flew into the goal with the ball pressed against his chest. And about the time he met my grandmother, after peeking from outside through the window of his home to check if she was ‘worthwhile’. The air filled with cigar smoke, as I would listen to him tell me story after story while we played backgammon.
It was only years later that I realised the adventures of my grandparents had never been documented in any way. I couldn’t recall the details of the stories that I had imagined so vividly back in years past. If only I had written them down!
I promised myself that I wouldn’t let this happen to me and my stories.
When I started travelling by myself, I planned to capture these adventures in great detail. But I was often so absorbed in the moment that I forgot to write it all down. The notes I did take, got lost on a bumpy night bus traveling through Argentina. Perhaps writing just wasn’t for me.
My experiences left me determined to create an opportunity for everyone to record their stories, to create a moment to pause and reflect, and turn them into books in order to relive the feeling of times past later on.
Eventually, this led to the simple premise upon which StoryTerrace is based — access to biographers and all other preliminary services to easily create books about every person. To take a trip down memory lane to capture all of your anecdotes and turning points in your own memoir.
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Now Is The Time To Share Your Story
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