That Time I Bought a “Designer” Dress from China and It Actually Arrived Okay, let me set the scene. It’s a Tuesday night in my tiny Brooklyn apartment. I’m scrolling, as one does, down a very deep, very specific Instagram rabbit hole—something about indie designers in Copenhagen. My bank account is weeping. Then, an ad pops up. Not for the Copenhagen dream, but for a dress. The dress. A dead ringer for a piece I’d seen from a high-end brand earlier that season, priced at a cool $1,200. This one? $47.99. Free shipping. From China. My brain did the instant conflict tango it always does. One side: “Elara, you are…