My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know the one—the one who’d wrinkle their nose at the mere mention of shopping from China. “It’s all cheap knock-offs,” I’d declare, sipping my overpriced latte in a boutique here in Portland. My wardrobe was a carefully curated collection of ‘ethically sourced’ and ‘locally made’ pieces, each with a story that cost at least three figures. As a freelance graphic designer with a serious weakness for minimalist Scandinavian aesthetics, I prided myself on my discerning eye. Quality over quantity, always. The idea of browsing through endless pages on some distant e-commerce site…