My Chaotic Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Let me paint you a picture: It’s 3 AM in my Brooklyn apartment. I’m surrounded by half-empty coffee cups, my laptop screen is the only light source, and I’m deep in a rabbit hole of pastel-colored faux fur coats on some app I can’t even pronounce. This, my friends, is how my obsession with buying clothes from China began. Not with a grand plan, but with a sleep-deprived, credit-card-in-hand moment of pure curiosity. I’m Leo, by the way. A graphic designer by day, a chronic online window-shopper by night. My style? Let’s call it ‘organized chaos’ – a mix of vintage band…