sweater :: vince colorblock sweater (similar)
skirt :: forever 21 black body con dress (similar)
heart bracelet :: forever 21 (similar)
watch :: anthropologie viscid watch in white
purse :: chanel medium classic flap
booties :: target kamoni wedge bootie
Last winter when I bought this sweater, it came in two colors: this Backstreet Boys version coined so because it reminds me of a certain BSB album and a black tan one that I so coveted. However the latter successfully evaded my reusable totes all season despite my countless attempts to acquire it, hence my BSB version.
Man, the extinct boy bands were such an interesting musical species. The curtains drew on them as quickly as they had stolen the spotlight overnight. I remember those pre-Twilight days, when all the teenyboppers myself included happily self-divided into either Team BSB or Team N'Sync, and then there were the 98 Degrees stragglers. I had identified with Team N'Sync though I was never a true boy band fanatic. The Shape Of My Heart spelled Jessica Simpson and pop princess Britney Spears.
I had a close middle school friend who was obsessed, her soul devoured by N'Sync. Her brunches and lunches were spent attending private N'Sync concerts delivered straight to her ears only courtesy of Skull Candy, or trolling the halls for classmates who had pre-arranged N'Sync commodity trades with her. She traded stickers, stationary, and planners for any magazine cutout, poster, or picture of N'Sync. It was supply and demand, bartering, economics, employed in their rawest forms by unsuspecting middle schoolers who just wanted more Lance, more AJ. Teachers should have caught on and taught math with boy band material.
Amazing what the boy band era unbeknowningly taught and inspired. I could imagine a potential comeback for them in the recent Larger Than Life popularity of graphic tees.