Besides being a tiny heiress to a second-rate fashion line, you'll recall that Ally Hilfiger is also a budding artiste, the profession of choice for aimless rich people looking to have loads of both free time and room for interpretation.

Last night was the opening of the small wonder's weird show, which focused heavily on the number eight. Ironically, we don't believe any of the work we've seen is anywhere near an eight out of 10. Let us know your thoughts, amateur art critics.

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Ally Hilfiger, famous for her dad's unquestionably hit-or-miss clothing and for once saying, "I'm so brain-dead," is now proving said brain death.

She's an artist (collaboratively so), and her partner, a slouchy DJ named Francesco, describes their work as such: "Warhol-esque Lichtenstein with a slight case of Basquiat." (Translation: I am a spoiled turd who name-drops, and my art isn't worth a fuck.) Hilfiger says she's been focusing her efforts on painting variations on the number 8.

Asked to explain our generation's creatives, Hilfiger said this: "Our parents' generation, they were really all about really focusing on one thing…Our generation is into more of a multi-thing. It's kind of like we're our parents' generation, but with ADD." So, like our parents' generation, but inattentive and lethargic? We were right about you, Ally!

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