About Frey & the Origin of FDN Events
Ever woken up one morning and thought, “Today’s the day I paint my tits”?
No? Well, that’s exactly how Freydoesnudes started. Middle of COVID, stuck in my Bellevue Hill apartment, post-breakup chaos in full swing, and boom—an unshakable urge to grab some Kmart paint supplies and turn my tatas into a canvas.
Naturally, I hung the masterpiece in the lounge room I shared with two blokes (bless Ryan and Jesse for not even questioning it).
That little moment of creative madness kicked off what would become a global female empowerment movement. But we’ll get to that.
I’m Frey—30, based on the Gold Coast, and I’ve collected friends (and some questionable stories) from all over. Grafton, Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Newcastle—you name it, I’ve lived there and probably caused some chaos.
But the GC? I've made her home. A perfect mix of beach, city, and enough room for a bit of Yeehaw behaviour.
My journey? Not exactly straightforward. Most of my 20s were spent climbing the retail ladder and then a bit of time in the BNPL space. It was all going swimmingly until 2023 decided to pull the rug out from under me—good ol' redundancy. But plot twist: I already had this accidental biz Freydoesnudes chilling on the weekends, so I thought "Fuck It' and dove in.
So what’s Freydoesnudes? Well, picture this: women, all over the world, painting their own nudes while sipping bottomless champagne, munching on an epic grazing board, and winning vibrators as prizes.
Yep, it’s like a hens party, paint-and-sip, and bottomless brunch all had a wild orgy, and this is their cheeky love child.
From Grafton to London, FDN Events have been empowering women to embrace their bodies, have a bloody good time, and laugh in the face of the patriarchy. The best part? This thing is powered by nothing but chaos, female comradery and last-minute miracles.
But it’s not all champagne and vibrators. My own art comes from a real place of vulnerability. I once painted a pink and purple self-portrait during a depressive episode, triggered by frustration with my body and the constant news of violence against women. In a haze of red wine and raw emotion, I ended up throwing my last glass of wine at the painting. The next day? I looked at it and felt... empowered. It was chaotic, messy, and imperfect—like me—but it was healing. That’s the kind of energy I bring to everything I do.
My mission? To celebrate, build and inspire a community of yeehaw singing, risk taking, body loving, shame free, empowered women. Take this as your invitation