Oxford Centre

Oxford Centre

One Oxford Centre is one of the major distinctive and recognizable features of Downtown Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, United States. Although it is mainly identified by its main tower, it is actually a complex of six "buildings," all of matching glass and steel design. The complex is named for Oxford Development, the building owner.

Completed in 1983, One Oxford Centre has 46 floors in its main tower and rises 615 feet (187 m) above Downtown Pittsburgh. Although its address is simply One Oxford Centre, the building is located on the 300 block of Grant Street. The tower has nearly 1,500,000 square feet (140,000 m2) of office and high-end retail space and has a full-service health/business club inside it, The Rivers Club. The complex also contains a multi-level parking garage and some street level retail and office space one block west of Grant Street.

At night, forty-three 1,500-watt spotlights illuminate the Centre with a total of 54,500 watts that create a glowing effect that is said to be greater than any other highrise in the United States. One Oxford Centre was developed by Oxford Development Company and designed by famed architect Hellmuth, Obata, & Kassabaum.

The building is designed the way it is, with so many sides, because the developers wanted as many corner offices in the building as possible.

Among the commercial tenants of One Oxford Centre are the law firms of Buchanan, Ingersoll & Rooney and Portnoy & Quinn.

A composite image of the main tower of PPG Place and Oxford Centre is used as the Fiddler's Green luxury high-rise in the movie Land of the Dead. Another interesting fact is that a street (Cherry Way) passes through the tower on its lower levels.

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