[My hands are killing me from yesterday's spin-a-thon and I got nothin'. Random topic!]
Charles Frederick Worth (usually just referred to as "Worth" because he's that fuckin' awesome) started life as a modest English dude.
Then he moved to Paris and became the world's first true fashion designer in the modern sense of the word. (Okay. There were apprenticeships in London and Paris before he hit the big time, but the raw talent is just amazing.) He opened his first atelier in Paris in 1858. This was right at the dawn of the Arts and Crafts movement, and I suspect Worth (who would have been in London at the same time as some of the founders of the Arts and Crafts movement) soaked up the concept of Anything Can Be Art, because boy howdy did he apply it once he got his own bankroll.
The concept of owning clothing as a brand name, or BY someone? A little black dress by Chanel, Gucci shoes, Prada bag? That CONCEPT was almost single-handedly created by Worth. His stuff has a certain pizzaz that echoes across a century and a half, and even in archaic, Edwardian-era stuff, he can trigger the "I want to wear THAT" urge.
Or your response may be more like mine... "HOLY CRAP I WANNA KNIT SOMETHING LIKE THAT."
Worth and his atelier survived several wars, and after he passed away in 1895, House of Worth carried on, kicking fashion's ass and generally redefining the concept of what we wear.
In 1952, Worth's great-grandson retired. House of Worth merged with another fashion house, and the world was a drab, poorly dressed place once again.
So, when I start looking at design and clothing and fit and planning of garments, this stuff lurks in the back of my head. I'll never achieve this level of creativity, but I can aspire. We all need goals, right?