Empress State Building

For a chap who's inclined to be more than usually tolerant of postwar buildings, Nairn's not very nice about the Empress State. I see what he means, but forty-odd years on it seems relatively benign. I can never see it without thinking of the problems of fitting furniture to curved walls - Madame Bovary's first apartment problem? Anyway, Nairn:

The Empress State Building (!) is a Wimbledon Housewife twenty-six storeys high, lifting her little finger as she drinks her tea (It ought to have a crop of trees on top like Vanbrugh's Eastbury).