Walking past the Conde Nast building just now, I spied a clump of itty-bitty girls smoking on the sidewalk. I wondered: what's everyone throwing up for lunch in the Conde Nast cafeteria today? Well, I can't answer that, but I do know that the whole building is awfully nipple-licious this afternoon. Our pal inside writes: "I'm not sure of the heating laws in NYC, but the Conde Nast building is cold cold cold. The high of sixty outside feels as though it's not penetrated the outer walls here. I'm wearing corduroys, long underwear & two cashmere sweaters, & still I'm cold."
Building Code of the City of New York [NYC.gov]