My Chaotic Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. My name is Elara, I’m a freelance graphic designer living in a perpetually-grey-but-somehow-still-charming apartment in Edinburgh, and I have a problem. It’s not a secret addiction to vintage teacups (though, guilty) or an unhealthy relationship with my cat, Mr. Whiskers. No, my problem is the sheer, unadulterated thrill of the hunt. Specifically, the hunt for that perfect, unique, utterly ‘me’ piece of clothing or accessory that doesn’t cost a month’s rent. And friends, that hunt has led me, time and again, down the rabbit hole of buying from China. My style? Imagine if a 1970s folk singer and a…