My Love-Hate Relationship 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 ordering clothes from China. “It’s all cheap tat,” I’d sniff, clutching my overpriced high-street tote. “The sizing is a nightmare, and it’ll fall apart after one wash.” My entire stance was built on second-hand horror stories and a hefty dose of snobbery. Then, last autumn, something shifted. It was a miserable, rainy Tuesday in Manchester. I was scrolling, mindlessly, through my tenth ‘dark academia’ Pinterest board, lamenting the fact that the perfect wool-blend, houndstooth blazer I craved was nowhere…