The comparison feels apt as today’s fiery temperature is pushing 100 degrees. But Visser, clad in a red robe, matching bubble-gum pink shorts and crop top, and ankle socks dotted with avocados (no shoes beneath them on the scorching pavement), doesn’t seem to mind. Back at the Die Antwoord compound, she’s more preoccupied with how Fred is faring, asking his handler if she can introduce him to her “micro teacup fluffy puppy” Boojie, who’s running around in a red-and-white gingham dress. (No, unfortunately she can’t. Fred likes to headbutt).
Visser, with her nymphlike stature and jagged haircut making her strong jawline seem all the more chiseled, is also worrying about her daughter, Sixteen, who’s actually 13 and is the spitting image of her mom if Visser let her stick-straight blonde hair grow out and wore jeans and T-shirts. Sixteen reassures her mom that she’s fine, in between posting to Die Antwoord’s Snapchat and streaming Friends, a show Visser also “loves.” “They only talk in punch lines,” she tells me later over email.
Shorts by Jackson, hat by Popular Demand, necklace and bracelet by Melody Ehsani, socks by American Apparel, Ninja’s own sneakers.