My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, let me paint you a picture. It’s a dreary Tuesday in Manchester, the rain is doing its usual horizontal thing, and I’m scrolling through my feed. Everyone’s wearing the same high-street jumper. Again. A wave of fashion fatigue hits me. I’m Chloe, by the way. I work in graphic design here in the city, which means my wardrobe is a constant battle between “creative expression” and “client-meeting appropriate.” My budget? Firmly middle-class, with occasional splurges that require a week of packed lunches to justify. I crave unique pieces, but my bank account often begs to differ. This internal conflict is my…