I think the juxtaposition to its diagonal neighbor, 160 Federal, is quite compelling in this regard.
160 Fed. has nearly a dozen (when you count its High St. face) intimately-scaled storefronts. Everything about its architectural motifs invites, compels, beckons--you want to linger on every last detail, from base to crown. It is a glorious celebration of humanism and a love letter to rich, properly apportioned adornment.
175 Fed., meanwhile, is a dour stone-faced soul-crushing monolith. Everything about it repels, alienates. It rejects humanism thoroughly. I would argue that its monumentalism is, in fact, fascist.
Last but not least, it's notable for how 175 Fed. so miserably fails at being minimalist while nearby Brutalist gems such as 70 Fed. and 10-24 School do it so well. The descent from the zenith of Boston's Brutalist heyday to this--accomplished in a mere decade--is thoroughly depressing to behold, if you ask me.
TLDR: "I have spoken." (Kuill, The Mandalorian)
(fantastisch!)