There’s something gratifying and self-assuring about putting on new clothes. You feel like you can wear them for days on end and they’ll still be good. You necessarily aren’t apt to feel the same way if you get dressed every morning button-up shirt you found with empty pistachio shells in the breast pocket. While there’s something inherently comforting about wearing a broken-in garment, it’s also much more gratifying to break in the clothing yourself. And, unless you’re searching out mounds of vintage deadstock, you’re going to always be wearing a dead man’s clothes, and that can creep out most folks.