New Release
The Influencer's canvas
The Influencer’s Canvas explores what happens when art meets algorithm, authenticity confronts performance, and creativity navigates the digital maze. My most experimental novel yet—featuring multilingual dialogue and visual storytelling elements that push literary boundaries.
New book 2026
Project Mirror
Your face just crashed. Reboot required.
In a world of neural beauty filters, one woman hunts glitches: frozen smiles on Zoom, clashing features in the feed. She resets stacks, erases flaws, convinced she’s smashing the genetic lottery.
But perfection demands perfect minds.
Dive into the filtered future we’re building. Pre-order now and unmask the truth.
A Word From The Author
Writing The Influencer’s Canvas felt like painting with pixels instead of pigments—each chapter required balancing analog creativity with digital reality. The characters emerged from countless nail art sessions with content creators who trusted me with their unfiltered truths. This story honors both the art and the artifice of our hyperconnected age.
Julia Zolotova
Omnichannel Hearts
2024
Eastern Empire
2023
Luxury Labyrinth
2023
Polished Edges
2022
Temporary Access
2021
Writing & publishing since 2021
From London nail salons to luxury labyrinths, Eastern empires to digital hearts — each book peels back another layer of modern identity. Explore the complete collection that established my reputation for psychological insight wrapped in cultural sophistication.
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Homeward Bound
I’m back in London! Two weeks in Russia — the first extended time home since this whole adventure began — and I feel like I’ve been traveling between not just countries, but entire versions of myself. The flight from Sheremetyevo to Heathrow is only four hours, but it might as
Polished Edges is here
My second book, Polished Edges, is officially out today. After last year’s short story collection Between Languages explored immigrant identity and cultural displacement, this book returns to familiar territory: the London beauty industry where I’ve worked for years. The strangest part of publication isn’t seeing your name on a cover,
London, Here I Come
The Thames looked like molten pewter this morning, reflecting the kind of grey January sky that makes you appreciate central heating and strong coffee. I’m writing this from a café in Bloomsbury, watching people hurry past in their wool coats and determined expressions, and feeling that peculiar mix of nostalgia
