My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. Last Tuesday, I found myself in a full-blown argument with a silk camisole. A beautiful, emerald green thing I’d ordered from a boutique store on one of those Chinese e-commerce platforms. It had arrived after what felt like an epoch, and there I was, holding it up to the light in my Berlin apartment, muttering, “Why are you so stunning and yet so… confusing?” The stitching was impeccable, the color was divine, but the sizing label was a cryptic rune. This, my friends, is the quintessential experience of buying fashion from China. It’s not shopping; it’s an adventure with a…