Five years ago, my friend Jessie and I created a tradition. Starting a tradition is a powerful thing, for you have it in your power to totally and arbitrarily create a series of rituals and rules for no particular purpose. We christened our tradition the “Red Dress/ Red Meat Date” and the event was one where anyone who was willing to wear a red dress was invited to go eat steak. Throughout my college years the group grew, often including people that I didn’t really even know, but who nevertheless had a red dress and a desire for an evening out.
When Jessie decided to come to Paris for a visit, we decided to host the 5th Annual Red Dress Dinner in Paris, the Soirée Robes Rouges. Admittedly, we stood out a little on the metro, as Parisians are not given to ostentatious shows of flamboyantly attired groups of girls, but the evening was worthwhile. A sunset on my roof in red dresses followed by a perfect steak dinner at Le Boeuf Couronné in northern Paris means that our casually started tradition has now taken on international proportions.