I still remember the first time I ordered something from China. I was a broke college student at NYU, trying to stretch my dollar for a vintage-inspired wardrobe on a Ramen-noodle budget. That faux-leather jacket I snagged for $28? It arrived three weeks later, smelled faintly of industrial glue, and the zipper broke on the first wear. But here’s the thing: I never stopped. Fast forward five years, and I’m standing in my Brooklyn apartment with a full-on buying-from-China strategy. I’m Emma, a freelance stylist and fashion editor for a small indie magazine. My style is something like ‘affordable avant-garde’ — I love architectural silhouettes, raw edges, and that whole…