During the brief hiatus between a fabulous South Beach location shoot for Abercrombe & Fitch and the fifth remodeling of his palatially humble DEA stashhouse-cum studio in Beacon-on-Hudson, Jeff Perrone, the provocatively elusive 22-year old Columbia MFA, began meditating on his momentous lack of any traumatic but exploitable religious upbringing and its relation to the Abu Ghareb torture memos.

The result will certainly generate glamorously edgy concepts reflecting Mr. Perrone’s intense 17-minute spiritual journey scouting remote Uzbeki ruins for the sixth installment of his mythico-ovine global warming/Darfur extravaganza and cri-de-coeur, which will be available exclusively as a subscription-only video stream on My Space.

Albanian assistants have been outsourced to manufacture meticulously lobby-friendly hyper-pixilated murals from digital stills, with production scheduled to start in 2008 to coincide with Mr. Perrone’s Prada-esque bridge line of luxurious leather golf accessories, which the ultra-hip may purchase at the just-confirmed champagne-kissed opening of Mr. Perrone’s rustic-chic recreation of a Bronx boutique-bodega in Jeffrey’s windows.

In the meantime, Silo is not displeased to present pretty new decorative tiles and a surreal 40-foot porcelain piggy bank by Mr. Perrone, entitled Head Butt. So please join us for this rare opportunity to gaze upon the now-legendary, post-rehab black eye given to Mr. Perrone by his junkie/hustler/performance artist ex-ex boyfriend.