My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know, the one whoâd wrinkle their nose at the mere mention of “Made in China” on a clothing tag. My wardrobe was a carefully curated shrine to European heritage brands and the occasional, painfully expensive, piece from…
My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know, the one whoâd wrinkle their nose at the mere mention of “Made in China” on a clothing tag. My wardrobe was a carefully curated shrine to European heritage brands and the occasional, painfully expensive, piece from…
My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know, the one whoâd wrinkle their nose at the mere mention of “Made in China” on a clothing tag. My wardrobe was a carefully curated shrine to European heritage brands and the occasional, painfully expensive, piece from…
My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know, the one whoâd wrinkle their nose at the mere mention of “Made in China” on a clothing tag. My wardrobe was a carefully curated shrine to European heritage brands and the occasional, painfully expensive, piece from…
The Unexpected Joy of My Chinese Fashion Finds Let me paint you a picture: me, Chloe, standing in my Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by three identically sized cardboard boxes. One from a famous Italian luxury brandâs online store. One from a popular US-based fast-fashion retailer. And one, slightly more battered, with tracking information that had me…
My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Let me paint you a picture: It’s 3 AM in my Brooklyn apartment. The faint glow of my laptop illuminates a face smeared with yesterday’s mascara. I’m scrolling through pages of silk dresses on a site I can’t pronounce, my credit card number already half-typed. This isn’t my…
My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I was that person. The one whoâd scroll past every single ad for a “Shein haul” or “Temu try-on” with a judgmental sniff. “Fast fashion,” Iâd mutter to my screen, sipping my overpriced oat milk latte in my Brooklyn apartment. “Itâs all just cheap, poorly…
My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I was that person. The one whoâd scroll past ads for “designer dupes” from China with a judgmental smirk. “Fast fashion at its worst,” Iâd think, clutching my sustainably sourced tote bag a little tighter. My nameâs Chloe, by the way. Iâm a freelance graphic…
My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. For years, I was that person. The one whoâd side-eye a friendâs cute new top, hear “Oh, I got it from this site that ships from China,” and immediately think, Yikes. Cheap. Flimsy. A waste of money. My wardrobe, curated from a mix of…
My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be a total snob about it. If it wasn’t from a boutique in SoHo or didn’t have a three-figure price tag from a known European brand, I wasn’t interested. My Instagram feed was a curated museum of ‘aspirational’ pieces I could barely…