There’s a certain kind of chaos that descends when a Labubu drops.
Not the Black Friday, elbows-out sort of pandemonium, but something more elegant and faintly absurd - picture a queue of impeccably dressed adults, eyes wide with anticipation, politely jostling over a one-in-seventy-two chance to bag a snaggle-toothed goblin in limited-edition vinyl. This, folks, is the quiet mania of the Pop Mart faithful.
