Our Story

Sirene was born at a time when pain and the search for my true essence became one.

I lost my father—the man who taught me the real meaning of love—and in that emptiness, I found the drive to create. It was with my mother, in the intimate bond we share as mother and daughter, that we decided pain could no longer dictate our lives. We reinvented ourselves. We turned our scars into art, and that art became Sirene: a refuge, a therapy, a space where healing goes beyond the body and reaches the soul.

 

Sirene isn’t just a brand. It’s our story of resilience.

It’s the echo of countless nights spent with fabric, tears, and laughter. A conversation between generations of women. My mother, who lost the love of her life, and I, who lost my first great love—my father. We came together in this project as two wounded women, but brave. And together we learned that creating is also a way of loving.

 

I walked away from a comfortable future as a lawyer at a big firm to follow what many called madness.

But to me, it was the only way to stay true to what was burning inside. Sirene became my escape. My way of remembering that I’m more than a title. I’m a woman with fire, with dreams, with a desire to show up in this world—unapologetically.

 

With Sirene, we heal hearts.

Especially the hearts of women who, like me, have lived in hiding. Hiding behind duty, expectations, guilt, insecurity, or fear of judgment. Women who’ve learned to love others but have forgotten themselves. Women who feel guilty for wanting freedom, pleasure, or beauty.

 

My mother and I were once those women. Now, we want to be a light for others.

Sirene is for you—whether you’re a mother, daughter, wife, friend, housewife, working woman, or simply you. It’s so you can look in the mirror and say: “I’m alive. I’m beautiful. I’m free.” So you remember it’s never too late to start again, to reinvent yourself, to dream again.

 

Sirene brought me to Norway.

Here, I met the man of my dreams—the one who took my hand and never let go. He didn’t clip my wings. On the contrary, he told me I could fly—and that he’d be right there, holding me if I ever felt afraid. Tomas isn’t just my life partner. He’s my teammate, my drive, my safe place. Thanks to his love, his unconditional faith in me, and his dedication to this dream, Nordic Sirene was born. Because great projects are built with love too. Because he believed in me—even on the days I didn’t.

 

Sirene is just that. A boundless sea where we can swim freely, sensually, wildly.

Because we are not just designers. Not just lawyers. Not just housewifes. We are women who chose to stop hiding. To start shining. To show our skin without shame. To scream that we don’t have to choose between being strong or being sensual. That we can be everything we dream of—and more.

​

Sirene is a promise:

that we will never hide again. It’s a love song to the woman who feels, who loves, who falls and gets back up. The one who burns. Who reinvents herself. Who dares.