When My Minimalist Wardrobe Met Alibaba: The Unexpected Love Story Okay, confession time. I used to be that person. You know the one—the smug minimalist who’d side-eye fast fashion, preach about capsule wardrobes, and drop phrases like “investment piece” at dinner parties. My closet was a sea of beige, black, and white, curated from Scandinavian brands with unpronounceable names and price tags that made my accountant wince. Then, last winter, it all fell apart. Literally. I was searching for a specific, architectural-style wool coat—the kind you see in avant-garde editorials but never in stores. After six months of fruitless hunting (and realizing the one I liked cost more than my…