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When My Brooklyn Apartment Became a Chinese Import Testing Lab
When My Brooklyn Apartment Became a Chinese Import Testing Lab Okay, confession time. Last month, my living room floor disappeared. Not literally, but under a sea of cardboard boxes, bubble wrap, and more “fragile” stickers than I could count. It all started innocently enoughâa friend raved about this gorgeous silk dress sheâd ordered directly from a boutique in Shanghai. “The quality is insane for the price,” she insisted. Me, being the chronically curious (and perpetually broke) freelance graphic designer in Brooklyn, I took that as a personal challenge. One dress order snowballed into⦠well, letâs just say I now have a very informed opinion on buying products from China. Iâm…
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My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds
My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know the oneâsniffing at fast fashion, rolling my eyes at “Made in China” tags, convinced that quality and style were only found in boutiques with French names and price tags that made my wallet weep. My name’s Chloe, by the way. I’m a freelance graphic designer living in the surprisingly trendy bits of Manchester, UK. My style? I’d call it ‘organized chaos’âa bit of vintage, a lot of black, and the occasional wild print that makes my more sensible friends blink. I’m solidly middle-class, which means I adore beautiful things but have a…