My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. Last month, I spent an entire Sunday afternoon scrolling through my Instagram feed, feeling that familiar pang of wardrobe inadequacy. Everyone seemed to be wearing these incredible, unique pieces—flowy linen dresses, chunky platform sandals, delicate gold jewelry that didn’t look like it came from a high-street chain. My bank account, however, was sending me very strong ‘abort mission’ signals. That’s when I fell down the rabbit hole. Again. The ‘buying from China’ rabbit hole. It’s a place I know well, filled with equal parts dazzling potential and utter frustration. I’m Elara, by the way. I live in Berlin, working as…