My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Let me paint you a picture: it’s 2 a.m. in my tiny Berlin apartment, I’m scrolling through my phone with one eye open, and I’ve just added the seventh pair of faux leather trousers to my cart from some store with a name I can’t pronounce. Sound familiar? If you’ve ever fallen down the rabbit hole of shopping from China, you know exactly the mix of thrill and sheer panic I’m talking about. I’m Elara, by the way. I work as a freelance graphic designer here in Berlin, which means my income fluctuates more than Berlin’s weather—sunny one month, a financial drizzle the…