No matter how perfect the cut or sumptuous the leather, new clothing has nothing on vintage when it comes to its ambience and stories, embedded in the very seams of a piece. We went down this weekend to talk to some of New York’s most adventurous shoppers who braved frigid winds to make it to the Manhattan Vintage sale at the Metropolitan Pavilion. For some people we met, shopping vintage is all about the excitement of knowing the name of a dress’s last owner. For others, it’s the story of the perfect leather jacket that comes through fate, not shopping. And sometimes the mythology of the most special piece is yet to be told, as when a vintage negligee hangs in the closet, unworn but ready for the right adventure the second it arises.