My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Let me paint you a picture: me, Chloe, standing in my Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by a sea of tissue paper and plastic mailers. A month ago, this scene would have been filled with boutique bags and familiar labels. Today? It’s a chaotic, colorful explosion of parcels stamped with tracking numbers starting with ‘CN’. I’m a freelance graphic designer by trade, a chronic over-thinker by nature, and until recently, a self-proclaimed ‘slow fashion’ purist with a serious side-eye for fast anything. The conflict? My professional eye craves unique design, but my middle-class budget winces at designer price tags. My speaking rhythm tends to…