My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I was that person. The one who’d scoff at the idea of buying clothes from China. “It’s all cheap, poorly made fast fashion,” I’d declare, sipping my overpriced oat milk latte in a Berlin café. My wardrobe was a carefully curated mix of Scandinavian minimalism and vintage pieces, or so I told myself. The truth? I was a snob. A broke snob, but a snob nonetheless. Working as a freelance graphic designer means my income looks more like a heart rate monitor than a straight line. Some months I’m flush, others I’m surviving on pasta and optimism. This financial rollercoaster,…