That's a bit too blasé for my taste; I rate aesthetics much more highly. It's been a very long time since I was a eighteen, but I'm pretty damn sure that when I saw The Deep I did not view Jacqueline Bisset as "a matter of randomly ordered atomics".
Had I seen a chip somewhere in Ms. Bisset I would not have considered it a tactful nod to wabi-sabi, but a severe disappointment.
What a delightful memory-bank hit! What a gorgeous hunk of atoms.
However, I'd rather be in the company of a 95 year old pipe than a 95 year old woman. That's not to indicate Jacqueline is there yet. She's only mid seventies!