Julien Benhamou / OnP

Ballet

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Hiroshi Sugimoto /​ William Forsythe

Palais Garnier

from 22 September to 15 October 2019

Hiroshi Sugimoto /​ William Forsythe

Palais Garnier - from 22 September to 15 October 2019

Synopsis

A leading figure of contemporary photography, Japanese visual artist Hiroshi Sugimoto sounds out a changing world and explores the passage of time. Invited for the first time to the Paris Opera, he is joining forces with the choreographer Alessio Silvestrin, a colleague of William Forsythe, for a new production with the dancers of the Company. Set to a selection of songs by the composer James Blake, Blake Works I is Forsythe’s latest piece created for the Paris Opera Ballet. His inimitable signature is omnipresent in this work which stands out for its speed and energy.

Duration :

  • Opening

  • First part 40 min

  • Intermission 25 min

  • Second part 30 min

  • End

Artists

After William Butler Yeats

Creative team

Cast

  • Thursday 19 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 22 September 2019 at 14:30
  • Monday 23 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Wednesday 25 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Friday 27 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 29 September 2019 at 14:30
  • Monday 30 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Wednesday 02 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Thursday 03 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Saturday 05 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Monday 07 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Tuesday 08 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Thursday 10 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Friday 11 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 13 October 2019 at 14:30
  • Sunday 13 October 2019 at 20:00
  • Monday 14 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Tuesday 15 October 2019 at 19:30

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Creative team

Cast

  • Thursday 19 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 22 September 2019 at 14:30
  • Monday 23 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Wednesday 25 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Friday 27 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 29 September 2019 at 14:30
  • Monday 30 September 2019 at 19:30
  • Wednesday 02 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Thursday 03 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Saturday 05 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Monday 07 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Tuesday 08 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Thursday 10 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Friday 11 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Sunday 13 October 2019 at 14:30
  • Sunday 13 October 2019 at 20:00
  • Monday 14 October 2019 at 19:30
  • Tuesday 15 October 2019 at 19:30

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Latest update 18 September 2019, cast is likely to change.

Les Étoiles, les Premiers Danseurs et le Corps de Ballet
Recorded music

With the support of Odawara Art Foundation

Media

  • The Secret Time

    The Secret Time

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  • Rick Owens signs the costumes for At the Hawk's Well

    Rick Owens signs the costumes for At the Hawk's Well

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  • The Paris Opera: when Etoiles move to the beat of Dance Music

    The Paris Opera: when Etoiles move to the beat of Dance Music

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  • Podcast Hiroshi Sugimoto / William Forsythe

    Podcast Hiroshi Sugimoto / William Forsythe

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  • Hiroshi Sugimoto's graphic ballet

    Hiroshi Sugimoto's graphic ballet

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  • Dialogue towards infinity

    Dialogue towards infinity

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© Ann Ray / OnP

The Secret Time

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At the Hawk’s Well

11 min

The Secret Time

By Hélène Gaudy

They are young, supple, gracious. They are dancers, men and women, sometimes barely past adolescence. Every evening, they don their costumes and slip into the skins of their characters. He is the young man, the old man. She is the Hawk-woman. One after the other, they all become the imprint left on the photographer’s lens, the memory engraved in the mind of the marvelling spectator. In taking up the play by W.B. Yeats, Hiroshi Sugimoto has invited the dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet to voyage between two worlds and two centuries. From the rehearsal studio and the auditorium, the writer Hélène Gaudy has explored the interpretations of these artists, Irish poet and No actors by turns, dancers always.

It was her mouth, and yet not she, that cried. It was that shadow cried behind her mouth; W.B. Yeats, At the Hawk’s Well

She has a tattoo on one ankle, leather soles that squeak on the smooth floor. Her bones protrude above her breasts, she bites her lips during a long pirouette, she wears a scarf around her waist, a single black leg-warmer above a pink ballet shoe, no costume, no character yet, just the ordinarily clad nudity of her body, the dross of the outside world – a chain around her neck, earrings that dangle, the memory of the noisy streets, the dark corridors, the iron lift, the bowels of the Opera which form the other side of the décor, of its sunny façade, rising up proud over Paris.
This evening, she will become an ageless creature with no past, white like an empty screen, disencumbered of laughter, experience, memories so as to let herself be permeated by the sentiments of others, the sensations of others, the bodies of others, and what will then be missing, what will remain invisible, is what peoples her own body, her life suspended, infinitely secret.
She will advance. Raise her arms. Her legs taut, slender, beneath the vibrant gong of the electronic music. A rumbling first, a cavernous droning. A breath, an open mouth. A sigh, now inaudible. The precision of her hands, her fingers stretched, her eyes cast down, legs lifted, light. Blade-like legs, points. The bones of her spine snaking down her bare back. Her face turned as if offering her cheek to be slapped, or to the sun.
She will launch her body into space and she will dance, snatched out of the dark of the stage by beams of light.
She will become the bird-woman, with heavy opaque eyes, the guardian of the source of life eternal. She who places her wing on our foreheads and plunges us into sleep at the very moment we are about to reach the secret time.
She is, however, a young girl, still almost a child, like the other dancers who, this evening, lend their bodies to the old man, to the young man, to the members of the chorus who encircle the well. For the moment, they are fooling around, boys and girls, a troop of young people disciplined by desire, a hand guides a hip, corrects the angle of a neck, slides up to the chignon and cradles it in a palm, imprints its movement on another body, gives it direction.
They are eighteen years old, twenty maybe. They practise, they experiment, leaving the perfection of a movement to crystalize in a laugh, there are raised eyebrows, shoulders still tanned from the summer now drawing to a close, the soles of feet placed flat on the floor, a jump, a dull thud, skilfully smothered, and this boy here, spinning, solid in his black tee-shirt, soft-voiced, a little hair-slide on the top of his skull. Sometimes they seem to be gazing into the distance, at a point only they can see.

This evening, once the lights have dimmed, they will all be ageless. They will be expectation and hope, movement, sleep. In the dance and the light, in the music that twists space, they will attempt to halt time.

*

They will be the old man who waits, on an arid mountain-top, a deserted island, for the waters of immortality to finally well up. The aged father, loosely costumed, his body stiff, bearing all the burden of waiting. He who loses his life in the hope of prolonging it, he who prays, beside the dried-up well, for the miraculous water to come, for the stones to be drenched with it. He who grows old from waiting, from denying himself sleep, from never giving up – if he falls asleep, if he lowers his guard, he will miss the secret time, when all is revealed, when at last he will be at one with himself. But scarcely has his ear perceived, in the distance, a sound resembling that of water, than silence descends.
They will be the man who lets the years pass by him without seeing them, who abandons the cool shade of trees and the sweetness of children, who forgets that it is only in the moments when sleep takes hold of us, or forgetfulness, oblivion, that we succeed in grasping what escapes us. They will be the mask that clothes his face, the sounds that emerge from his mouth, his hands that grow gaunt, his eyes that film over.
They will be he who tears at the flesh of birds to keep from starving to death, who drinks rain water to keep from dying of thirst, who devours grass by the handful.
They will be he who, if ever he closes his eyes, lays down his body, will find, on waking, the stones still wet from the water that welled up without him.
They will be the young man, the hero of legend, whose bodily warmth boils water, melts snow. They will be strength, youth and obstinate courage, desire, blindness. They will be these two men, the old and the young, each wanting before the other to drink the fabulous water.

They will be the memory of what one is no longer sure of having experienced, the lively and confused dance of what one will be and what one has been, of the old man in his grey garb, of the young man in his suit of gold, of him who has waited long and of him who now begins to wait. And between the two, all our secret time is held within their dance.

They will be the young man who says: I am not afraid of you, bird, woman or witch. But when the old man retreats, in his costume spotted with ancient memories of gold, when he walks to the back of the stage, the young man will follow him closely, barely a few steps behind, in his still gleaming attire, his body still full of life, and when the old man disappears, swallowed by the darkness, the young man will in his turn be taken, and nothing will remain of him but the noise of his coat dragging on the ground, soon to be soaked up by the luminous screen – the dried up spring, the vast image.

They will be the photographer who can only capture a moment already past, since desire is always faster that the finger that presses the shutter – an image, then, is also, is always the sign of regret and of what it retains of expectation, desire, hope.

They will be the Japanese dancer and the Irish poet who, somewhere, remote in time, watch a bird through the bars of a cage, who gaze at its warm body, at the paler feathers on his breast, the basalt grey covering its wings, who attempt to capture its dance, losing themselves in the speckled gold of its eyes with their texture of glass marbles, globe-like, in order to capture the essence of its movement, the depths of its gaze.

I cannot bear its eyes, they are not of this world.

They will be the poet who tries to translate the flight of the bird into words, the dancer who desires to feel its movement penetrate her body so as to transform herself, on stage, in her turn, into a hawk woman.

They will be these two men that something always separates from the mystery whose depths they try to unfold and to offer, on stage, to their spectators – for they will see if the dancers have the grace and if the poet finds the words, to open the gulf that separates us from things and makes them so desirable.

They will be the wanderer whose eye longs to preserve the landscapes, to seize the sea in the four corners of the globe, he who spends hours, suspended, between the immensity of the sky and of the sea, until finally, every shore, in his eyes, resembles every other, forming a single, stark line that cuts the world in two, that abolishes time and space, taking from them a fragment containing all others.

They will be he who looks at his face in the mirror and wonders who is there.

They will be the child who discovers that the moment when he felt himself exist so intensely is already behind him, and who then clutches at the next instant, who tightens his fist to hold on to it – how does one accept that one moment when one felt so alive can be replaced so quickly by another, that also creates the illusion of its eternity?

They will be the tree of supple wood, with leaves that form caverns and, when they fall, choke the dry bed of the spring, crackle under the feet of children on the way to school and whirl in the wind, leaving the trunk bare until spring.

They will be the light that burns the film when the shutter remains open too long, that blinds the dancer and obliterates faces, eyelids lowered, and eyes wide open, the movements of a hand pushing back hair, and leaves only an empty hall with deserted rows, the impression of a presence.

They will be all that cannot be captured, all that dies if it is caught – what is an image if not a spring that has already dried up, a stone already parched when one touches it?

They will be all of us who try to capture the moment and seize the heart of it, who prefer to watch rather than to sleep.

*

She will advance, her laughter left in the wings before going on stage. She will become the hawk-woman. She will gaze at us with heavy eyes, that no longer contain any image. Unmoistened, unfaltering; they are not the eyes of a young girl.

In the darkness of the auditorium, we will try to capture her, to capture everything. The body of the bird. The movement too quick for our retinas to seize its trajectory. Images not lived but presaged in a gesture, a memory, a look. The instant the water wells up, when time stops, when the body moves through the air, when the light hits the film, prints a silhouette, effaces the rest.

We will not see her fly. In the twinkling of an eye, she will already have landed, lightly, on the ground. She will have laid her wing, red with fever, upon our brows, leaving us as if haunted on awakening – a dream lingers there, on the brink of consciousness, the film is misty, the image lost, the spring dry, the body of the dancer already fallen to earth and yet, the memory of flight. All will be experienced without leaving any trace, or stigma, or memory, just the breath of what has taken place in the shelter of our gaze, of which only dance leaves a trace.

© Christophe Pelé / OnP

Rick Owens signs the costumes for At the Hawk's Well

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Photo report with the couturier

02 min

Rick Owens signs the costumes for At the Hawk's Well

By Octave

For many years and for many of its productions the Paris Opera Ballet has called upon talented designers. Yves Saint-Laurent and his collaboration with Roland Petit (Notre Dame de Paris in 1965), Christian Lacroix and Balanchine's Jewels, Karl Lagerfeld or Riccardo Tisci to name but a few. For the costumes of At the Hawk's Well, Hiroshi Sugimoto turned to Rick Owens. A first for this American hailing from Porteville. Hired at a young age by the French fur brand Revillon, he launched his own brand in 1994, moved to Paris in 2003 and opened his first boutique three years later. Known for playing with conservatism and shaking up conventions, he once again proposes an unconventional creation with graphic lines, perfectly matching the stylized attitudes of Noh and Ryoji Ikeda's abstract music that accompany Sugimoto's work. During the final fittings with the Paris Opera Ballet's dancers, he revealed how he loves to extend the human silhouette, wishing to communicate with the world through his collections. The story in pictures.

Rick Owens signe les costumes d’At the Hawk’s Well
Rick Owens signe les costumes d’At the Hawk’s Well 14 images

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The Paris Opera: when Etoiles move to the beat of Dance Music

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Blake Works I on the Garnier’s stage

04 min

The Paris Opera: when Etoiles move to the beat of Dance Music

By Gil Colinmaire, Trax Magazine

Until October 15th, the Palais Garnier gis hostin Blake Works I, the triumphant creation of American choreographer William Forsythe, premiered in 2016 by and at the Paris Opera. A work that also showcases powerful songs from James Blake’s album, The Colour in Anything. At the Hawk’s Well, an original ballet realised by Japanese plastic artist Hiroshi Sugimoto and Alessio Silvestrin on a Ryoji Ikeda’s song, opens the show, resolutely influenced by electronic and neo-classical styles. Feedback on the first performances.  

On one side, a surrealistic, meditative and Japanese inspired tale, At the Hawk’s Well, that draws its inspiration from 13th century Nippon theatre called “Nô”. On the other, Blake Works I, an exhilarating dance, virgin of narration or costumes. At first sight, it seems that both works have nothing in common. Yet, they share the same artistic approach: rewriting the codes of classical dance. From the first notes, we know what to expect from Alessio Silvestrin and Sugimoto’s ballet. Black figures, wearing shapeless costumes and with long hair start to move on oppressive, low frequencies, breaking the line of their androgynous bodies as well as their gestures.

This work is a modern adaptation of a play written in 1916 by Irish playwright William Butler Yeats. It tells the story of a young man seeking a water of immortality and setting foot on a far away island. When he finds the long-searched source, he realizes it has dried out. He must face the source’s fanciful keeper and an old man that has been waiting, in vain, for 50 long years for the waters to burst again. Shrouded in their glittering cloaks designed by Rick Owens, the three figures are dancing with restricted gestures, constrained by their costumes, leaving us an impression of an anti-academic influence, made by random movements, or as Silvestrin like to put it “a controlled spontaneity”. The second part of the performance echoes the first, for Forsyhte’s choreography is much more malleable and fits each dancer’s interpretation. At the Hawk unveils the artists themselves, who can’t hide behind a character, and their performance reveals their incredible technique and a refreshing feeling of freedom.

We also feel that the choreographers needed to anchor their show to the “real world”, to some excessive extents with scenes inspired by everyday life (unexpected screams, a battle clubbing-style dance) but always lightly, elegantly presented. Both ballets share the same artistic intentions (it’s no wonder that Silvestrin was a regular guest at the Forsythe company), but with completely opposite scenographic choices. And even though both works are based on electronic soundtracks, the songs highlight dancers’ gestures in a different way. Ikeda explores a deconstruction of his art and thus offers the perfect abstract context for At the Hawk’s Well’s metaphorical narration, whereas James Blake’s powerful, colourful songs retain the audience’s attention, occasionally undermining the choreography itself. Despite the dancers’ technical feats, this diversion gives us the strange feeling of being at a pop concert, with gestures illustrating music and not the other way around. The songs sound like they come out of nowhere, maybe because the album was composed after the ballet, creating sometimes an artificial atmosphere. But this quickly fades away thanks to instrumental parts where Blake’s sensibility superbly sublimes the dancers.

At the Hawk’s Well and Blake Works I performances will be given until October, 15th at the Palais Garnier. To find further information, visit the event’s Facebook page.

Podcast Hiroshi Sugimoto / William Forsythe

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"Dance! Sing! 7 minutes at the Paris Opera" - by France Musique

07 min

Podcast Hiroshi Sugimoto / William Forsythe

By Jean-Baptiste Urbain, France Musique

"Dance! Sing! 7 minutes at the Paris Opera" offers original incursions into the season thanks to broadcasts produced by France Musique and the Paris Opera. For each opera or ballet production, Charlotte Landru-Chandès (opera) and Jean-Baptiste Urbain (dance), present the works and artists you are going to discover when you attend performances in our theatres. 

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Hiroshi Sugimoto's graphic ballet

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“At The Hawk’s Well”: between poetry and spirituality

04 min

Hiroshi Sugimoto's graphic ballet

By Lou Tsatsas , Fisheye Magazine

The Paris Opera is presenting At The Hawk’s Well, a contemporary ballet directed by the photographer Hiroshi Sugimoto until October 15. This modern, minimalist creation draws its inspiration from Noh theatre and the work by William Butler Yeats.


At the foot of a mountain, an old man has been waiting fifty years for the miraculous water of a dried-up well to flow again. A young man by the name of Cuchulain, fascinated by stories he heard during his travels, approaches in turn, hoping to become immortal by drinking the magic liquid. But the well is guarded by a hawk-like woman who thwarts the curious seeking to drink the waters by inducing a deep sleep that leaves men greedy and deprived of its precious power. Drawing inspiration from Japanese Noh theatre, At The Hawk’s Well is a one-act play written by William Butler Yeats in 1917. The complex play, a poetic and allegorical tale dealing with power, fate, spirituality and heroism has now been adapted for the Paris Opera by the photographer and visual artist Hiroshi Sugimoto. With the aid of Alessio Silvestrin (choreographer), Ryoji Ikeda (composer) and Rick Owens (fashion designer), his long-standing friends of a unique and indispensable sensitivity”, the artist is staging his first ballet.

Hugo Marchand dans At The Hawk’s Well, Palais Garnier, 2019
Hugo Marchand dans At The Hawk’s Well, Palais Garnier, 2019 © Julien Benhamou / OnP

In a pared-down set as everyday as it is disquieting, the performance comes to life. The modern, grandiloquent costumes conceal the dancers in immense textured coats before revealing the bodies of the two men in the play—the elderly male portraying old age with force and fragility, and the young adult with his proud, triumphant sprit—played by Hugo Marchand (one of the Opera’s Étoile dancers) at the apogee of his art. The vast red wings of the hawk-woman guide the audience to the rhythm of the contemporary metallic music which pierces the ears to create a strange, immersive sound space. Living in a world with a constant flow of information, I think that minimalism can only be found by pushing back the limits, says Hiroshi Sugimoto. The dancers of the Paris Opera’s Corps de Ballet swirl around the stage, surmounted by a long platform made of light-coloured wood which leads like a pathway towards the well in the story, a graphic and appealing tableau.

Hiroshi Sugimoto au Palais Garnier, 2019
Hiroshi Sugimoto au Palais Garnier, 2019 © Agathe Poupeney / OnP

A panegyric on immobility

If the artist and director now declares that he “sees photography as a secondary activity”, his knowledge of the visual art guides his creation. “My production may be considered avant-gardist today, but in a hundred years, the piece will become a classic” he states. Driven by a disconcerting modernity, At The Hawk’s Well is a panegyric on immobility in an art epitomized by movement. “In this particular context, the inertia is borrowed from Noh. The scene imagined by Hiroshi Sugimoto brings many surprises by working with dimensions, contacts between bodies, and distance from the audience… It’s an entirely new experience”, says Alessio Silvestrin who has immersed himself in research to choreograph a play influenced by Japanese art. First performed in the 14th century, Noh theatre found its source in traditional literature often featuring supernatural beings in human form. In a languor that is both moving and captivating, the actors, dressed in magnificent costumes and masks, advance on stage and share their stories.

It is the culmination of Hiroshi Sugimoto’s ballet. In a sudden, enigmatic silence, a Noh actor walks along the platform, chanting strange incantations. At the edge of the stage, the young man sits and humbly seems to wait for him. Ultimately, it is through this controlled lassitude that the photographer’s staging seduces. With memorable tension, the exchange between the actor and the dancer—between the supernatural being and the mortal man—enthrals the spectator. In the theatre, the whole audience seems to hold its breath as it watches the performer—a glittering figure in an all but denuded set—advancing towards his interlocutor. “To seek eternal life is the nature of human beings. But what is life? It is a question we ask throughout the piece”, says the director. In the sombre and minimalist closing scene, he attempts to answer it. It is a final act of undeniable visual beauty, an allusion to the photographer’s love for compositions.

At The Hawk’s Well, Palais Garnier, 2019
At The Hawk’s Well, Palais Garnier, 2019 © Agathe Poupeney / OnP

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Dialogue towards infinity

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At the Hawk's Well, between Japonism and Celtic mythology

5:04 min

Dialogue towards infinity

By Aliénor de Foucaud

Invited for the first time to the Paris Opera, choreographer Alessio Silvestrin discusses his encounter with Hiroshi Sugimoto, and the birth of At the Hawk's Well. Created for the dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet, this piece draws on a text by Irish poet W. B. Yeats and on Noh theatre. A total work that also brings together composer Ryoji Ikeda and fashion designer Rick Owens, it probes our relationship with time, death and identity.

  • At the Hawk's Well by Hiroshi Sugimoto
  • At the Hawk's Well by Hiroshi Sugimoto
  • Blake Works I by William Forsythe
  • Hiroshi Sugimoto about At the Hawk's Well

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Place de l'Opéra

75009 Paris

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Underground Opéra (lignes 3, 7 et 8), Chaussée d’Antin (lignes 7 et 9), Madeleine (lignes 8 et 14), Auber (RER A)

Bus 20, 21, 27, 29, 32, 45, 52, 66, 68, 95, N15, N16

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Car park

Q-Park Edouard VII16 16, rue Bruno Coquatrix 75009 Paris

Book your parking spot

At the Palais Garnier, buy €10 tickets for seats in the 6th category (very limited visibility, two tickets maximum per person) on the day of the performance at the Box offices.

In both our venues, discounted tickets are sold at the box offices from 30 minutes before the show:

  • €25 tickets for under-28s, unemployed people (with documentary proof less than 3 months old) and senior citizens over 65 with non-taxable income (proof of tax exemption for the current year required)
  • €40 tickets for senior citizens over 65

Get samples of the operas and ballets at the Paris Opera gift shops: programmes, books, recordings, and also stationery, jewellery, shirts, homeware and honey from Paris Opera.

Palais Garnier
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  • Get in from Place de l’Opéra or from within the theatre’s public areas
  • For more information: +33 1 53 43 03 97

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