A screening of Living Inside, Underscan and Window Work, a poetry reading by Bidhya Limbu, followed by The Lacey Rituals, as part of Home Cinema, a curated season of films dedicated to the people, the artefacts and the memories that magic a space into a home.
London: The Horse Hospital 6:30pm, Wednesday November 19, 2025
7p.m. – Introduction to shorts programme 7:10p.m. – Living Inside, Underscan and Window Work 7:35p.m. – Break 7:50p.m. – Poetry reading by Bidhya Limbu 8:10p.m. – Introduction to The Lacey Rituals 8:15p.m. – The Lacey Rituals 9:30p.m. – Programme close
like coming home – understanding home as routine
For this season, the venue will be dressed to resemble a living room. The curator would like to encourage you to bring your own trinkets, or pieces of home, to take part in shaping the space and joining a collective effort to make it into a Home. At the end of the evening, you can take back your own trinkets or, if you should choose to do so, swap it with another piece in the venue. Each ticket also comes with a zine, made in partnership with Shoes Off, a developing network and arts collective founded in London.
Living Inside dir. Sadie Benning (USA, 1989, 5 mins) A “video diary” shot by a teenaged Sadie Benning when they spent three weeks in their bedroom in self-imposed exile. Grainy images are interlaced in abstract montage as Benning muses life, their mother, their dog, and mimes. Funny and acerbic, this is one for anybody who was a teenager out of step with the world.
Underscan dir. Nancy Holt (USA, 1973-43, 9 mins) “A series of photographs of my aunt’s home in New Bedford, Mass. have been videotaped, and re-videotaped from the underscaning monitor screen, which is framed within the final tape making a visual distance at 3 removes.” – Nancy Holt, “Notes on Video ‘Distancing,’” Art-Rite, no.7 (Autumn 1974) How do we understand our lives? How do we package this understanding? In this short, Holt ties family to location, and images of location. Hypnotic auditory rhythms play with the visuals, creating a pattern that turns the mundane extraordinary, and the extraordinary rote. Glitches, emotional and otherwise, invent a solitary and masterful deconstruction of one woman’s life and home through time.
Window Work dir. Lynne Sachs (USA, 2000, 9 mins) Images within images dance on the screen; Sachs sits by her window, cleans it, drinks her tea, reads the paper. This film takes a meditative look at routine, and our imprecise attempts to capture it through home video.
Poetry reading by Bidhya Limbu (15 mins) Bidhya Limbu is a Nepali-Singaporean writer and community organiser living in London. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Hajar Press’ The Hajar Book of Rage, The Quarter(ly), Seaford Review, and elsewhere. She is part of the Roundhouse Poetry Collective, a Brooklyn Poets fellow, and has received support from the Kenyon Review Writers’ Workshop.
The Lacey Rituals dir. Bruce Lacey, Jill Lacey, Tiffany Lacey, Saffron Lacey and Kevin Lacey (UK, 1972, 63 mins) Content warning: nudity The whole Lacey family gets a directorial credit on this eccentric film that maps their daily routines, including a disjointed family dynamic. This was a part of Bruce Lacey’s “Human Behaviour” series — attempts to explain humanity to incoming Martian visitors. Whether the Martians would be able to piece together a cohesive picture of our species from this film is for you to decide.
Lynn Sachs’ latest film is an interesting look at how all our interactions connect to each other. Nominally the film is a look at the thousands of business cards collected over a lifetime. Who are all the people and businesses that they represent? Sachs goes back and investigates them while all taking a look at forensics.
This is a typical Sach’s examination of a subject that isn’t quite about what we think going in and instead ends up being about something else, or not. Sachs makes films that you have to wrestle and so they are films you remember long after other films have faded.
More than some other of Sachs films this is a film you need to see before we can discuss it. I say that because the seeming fragmentary nature of the various narratives only really begin to form a single thread the closer you get to the end. The need to stay with a Sachs film to the end to fully understand what is is what makes me like her films so much. You have to go see the film for the initial ride and then rewatch the film seeing all of the bits you missed along the way. At the same time, it also makes the films tough to write on since what I want to write on may not seem interesting until you see the film.
Sachs’ film is one you will want to see multiple times. It’s a film about connections and it requires you to make connections, hence the need to see it a second time. There is much food for thought here that weeks on I am still pondering how we all connect.
You will want to see this film. Trust me, just see it.
Every Contact Leaves a Trace, its title alluding to a basic principle of forensic science, is the latest cinematic exploration from experimental filmmaker and poet Lynne Sachs. Pairing this concept with seven (of the 600) business cards she’s collected over the years, Sachs embarks on an investigation into “how an encounter with someone seeps into your way of thinking” (as she explains in a VO that runs throughout the film).
As a collage of words, sounds and images collide it becomes increasingly clear that Sachs’s mission to understand how each of these random contacts has changed her in some profound way is a heavy one. (Which doesn’t mean the film’s not fun. Rifling through her stack of cards looking for potential people to cast in the project, Sachs rules out folks like the first guy she slept with in college. And also the “goofy person” who “repairs feet — like ingrown toenails.”) And this journey to connect and reconnect with each contact that has left a trace on her being takes the peripatetic director to surprising individuals both near and far.
There’s her hairdresser of six years, who the filmmaker realizes she knows both intimately and not at all. And Angela, the festival director in Germany she met decades ago — a meetup that leads Sachs to ponder German guilt, her relationship to Germany as a person with German Jewish ancestry, and finally her relationship to guilt vis-à-vis Gaza. “When I care for a stranger is it only because a stranger reminds me of myself?” she wonders. (Later Sachs recalls the founder of the Chinese Women’s Film Festival having had a cough when they initially met, which is what endeared her to the director — she was a stranger she could care for.) A discussion of a famous German poet leads to the sound of music inspired by the man’s poetry, which then becomes a parallel soundtrack to Sachs’s own stream-of-consciousness phrases and questions. “In the stream of ideology that Angela named, I am drowning,” the filmmaker admits. Indeed, Sachs’s choice to lay bare onscreen her own uncertainty, foibles and vulnerabilities makes Every Contact Leaves a Trace unexpectedly touching as well.
The week prior to the film’s IDFA premiere (November 17th), Filmmaker reached out to Sachs, whose short This Side of Salina likewise debuted at DOC NYC (November 14th).
Filmmaker: So what was the genesis of this latest film? Did it begin with a curiosity about Edmond Locard’s basic principle of forensic science? With the business cards you’ve collected over the years?
Sachs: From a very early age, I have wondered how one person can be transformed by another. I was never particularly interested in genealogy, the act of going backwards through generations, but I was curious to know how the way that I had chosen to move through the world might have affected my way of thinking and feeling.
When I came across Edmond’s Locard’s principle of forensic science, “Every contact leaves a trace,” as it applied to the study of crime, I immediately transposed it to my own life. I began to wonder how I might prove his hypothesis. The hundreds of cards I had collected throughout my adult life offered clues. There, in one box, I had methodology for using a familiar mnemonic devise used to trigger memory. Each card offered a distillation and, in turn, a vector back to a moment of possible transformation.
Filmmaker: I’m also curious as to how you narrowed down your selection from hundreds of potential reconnections. Why these seven cards/contacts? Were other reconnections left on the cutting room floor?
Sachs: I was looking for a range of encounters. I came across these words from Samuel Beckett’s marvelously insightful novel Molloy, describing two characters: “At first, wide space lay between them. Then they raised their heads and observed each other. They did not pass each other by, but halted face to face. Strangers. Then each went on their way.”
And somehow, I knew the way to make this film. There were the cards for people whose presence in my life reminded me of a turning point from which I could never go back, or the cards for people who made me shiver inside when I thought of them. If a person haunted me in a way that really made me think, or left me with deep desire or even ambivalence, I simply insisted that I search for them – in real life or in my consciousness.
For example, I wanted to reckon with an intensely personal decision that I made after a therapy session in the mid-1990s. I spent two years looking for that therapist. I never found her. So I recreated her as I remembered her, by filming improvisatory interactions with an actress who played that woman.
There was one man whom I became aware of after many years only because he was publicly humiliated by the US government. I had to face my own assumptions, destroy them, and reckon with all the fragments that remained. It was a tough process but also a revealing one. These kinds of decisions are very similar to the ones I make all the time in my filmmaking practice. Who’s in? Who’s out? Ultimately, the people who present the most obstacles to the making of a film are the ones who complicate it and take it to a new place.
Filmmaker: Could you talk a bit about the sound design? I noticed you’ve continued your exploration of cinema and translation — most notably when the subtitles disappear as Angela, the German festival director, reads a poem in her native tongue.
Sachs: Thank you for listening so attentively to so many of my films. You are bringing attention to the difference between hearing words in a film and understanding them. I am keenly aware of the way that English as a language dominates our global cinema experience. For this reason I want my audience to rediscover their relationship to the sound, not just the meaning, of another language, in this case German.
Angela Haardt is the 80-year-old woman in the film who recites lines from the poem The Weavers by Heinrich Heine. In the context of the film it is clear that I do not understand German, so I am only able to hear the sound of her voice. I ask her to translate his words to English, and through her explanation I glean something that becomes relevant to our conversation about her awareness of the Holocaust as a young girl: “You know, when somebody dies, they put them into a cloth for the dead body. And, so they, they weave this cloth for the death of the country. The whole poem is a curse in a way…My mother knew that the Jewish girls one day weren’t there any longer. You didn’t see the action, but you saw the results. How is that possible?”
Filmmaker: What was it like collaborating with your editor Emily Packer, who also directed 2023’s Holding Back the Tide? The two of you seem to share a similar sensibility, if not always the same subject interest.
Sachs: Working with Emily Packer was truly one of the most profound film interactions I have ever had. Emily appreciates the intricate play between narration and images. They approach structure with nuance, inventiveness and ferocity — recognizing the struggle to find the beginning and ending of a film when the center is already so evident. In all of my work I am committed to bringing a conceptual rigor to transitions, so Emily and I would talk for hours about how to get from one scene to the next in a way that would build an intrinsic meaning.
Emily also expected so much from me during the writing and recording of my narration. Only with Emily as a guide could I find the place of vulnerable introspection that brought the film together.
Filmmaker: What do you hope audiences will ultimately take away from the film?
Sachs: A person enters your life and you might be profoundly touched by their presence. As we grow older we become more and more aware that we are an accumulation of these encounters – in our minds and our bodies.
The non-fiction filmmaker Lynne Sachs returns to Filmwax for another memorable visit. Lynne has a new film, “Every Contract Leaves a Trace”, which is to have its world premiere at IDFA in Amsterdam on November 17th.
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Lynne Sachs’s latest feature doc (83 minutes) will world premiere in IDFA Signed section on November 17 at Eye Cinema. Sachs is also producer. World sales are handled by María Vera of Kino Rebelde.
The film’s synopsis reads: In this digital era, real life connections become rarer yet any personal encounter can leave a lingering trace. Over a lifetime, filmmaker Lynne Sachs has collected business cards, mementos of these initial meetings with strangers. Sachs selects seven cards from hundreds and throws herself into finding out how and why these brief yet vivid moments left an imprint on her consciousness. When she is able, she embraces clues and seeks out reunions. But when there is no trace, she gambles with imaginary histories and futures. A lifetime of tactile, face-to-face encounters reminds her of identities passed from hand to hand.
World Premiere Official Selection IDFA 2025 International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam Signed section
Nov. 17 2025, 18:00, Eye: Cinema 2 – World Premiere Additional IDFA screenings Nov. 18, 20, 21, 22 Followed by filmmaker Q&As
Written and directed by Lynne Sachs USA, 2025, in English, 83 minutes
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Synopsis
Since 1990, filmmaker Lynne Sachs has collected 600 business cards—from a hairdresser, a therapist, a textile artist. Together they form an archive of encounters. The title of this imaginative essay film, Every Contact Leaves a Trace, is a basic principle of forensic science, coined by Edmond Locard, a pioneer in the field. And any trace can link a person to a place, another person or an object. If that’s true, Sachs wonders, might every personal encounter not also leave a trace on your being?
To find out, she tracks down some of the people behind the business cards. The thread connecting these hundreds of cards is Sachs herself, so the filmmaker naturally becomes the center of the film. Yet the focus is not on her; as in many of her works spanning more than three decades of film making, she merely provides the perspective—the point of departure.
With her warm, contemplative voice-over and playful visual invention, Sachs weaves countless faces and voices into a patchwork of connections. These encounters—whether forgotten or remembered, faint or vivid—have become part of her being.
Date
Location
Activities
Mon 17 Nov 18:00
Eye: Cinema 2
Welcome & Introduction, Thank you moment
Tue 18 Nov 13:30
Tuschinski 4
Welcome & Introduction, Q&A
Thu 20 Nov 21:15
Pathé City 4
Welcome & Introduction, Q&A
Fri 21 Nov 11:30
Kriterion 1
Welcome & Introduction, Q&A
Sat 22 Nov 21:00
Pathé Noord 11
Welcome & Introduction, Q&A
Lynne with María Campaña Ramia, IDFA programmer
Emily Pack, Stephen Vitiello,
Morteza Ahmadvand, Firouzeh Khosrovani
with Betty Leacraft
Tuschinski Theater
Ana Siqueira
Zyanya Castilla, Maria Vera
Rijsttafel
María Campaña Ramia
Zyanya Castilla, Paula Durinova, Aylin Kuryel, Firat Yucel, Maria Vera
Yang Yang, Jilu Commune
Zyanya Castilla, Maria Vera
Every Contact Leaves a Trace Business Card
with Emily Packer
Johnny White
Lynne with Jay Rosenblatt, Firouzeh Khosrovani, Isabel Fernandez, Mohammadreza Farzad
“The title of this imaginative essay film, Every Contact Leaves a Trace, is a basic principle of forensic science, coined by Edward Locard, a pioneer in the field. And any trace can link a person to a place, another person or an object. If that’s true, Sachs wonders, might every personal encounter not also leave a trace on your being?” – IDFA International Documentary Festival Amsterdam
Contact— tactile, evocative of one person touching another, physically and emotionally. Trace—a reckoning with the residue of that initial encounter, filtered by time and the imperfection of memory. Filmmaker Lynne Sachs has lived most of her life before the internet brought people together. She’s also saved every business card anyone has ever given her. Each card is a portal to her past, a reminder of how someone she actually met in person shifted her consciousness and left a residue of their being in hers: a German woman grappling with the history of her country; a therapist who erased all records of her own life; an artist faced with government censorship. Sachs selects seven cards from hundreds and throws herself into finding out how and why they’ve left an imprint. When she is able, she embraces clues and seeks out reunions. Replaying fleeting experiences in a kitchen, a park, an office, or a festival, she carries her cards to a forensic scientist’s lab to find out more about their DNA remains. In both real and imagined ways, her essay teases apart resonances almost forgotten but somehow felt, entwining emotional memory with geopolitical history through visual abstraction, music, and a poet’s sense of introspection.
Director’s Statement
For most of my adult life, I’ve collected business cards strangers have pulled from their wallets and placed in my hand. I sometimes remember the precise moment they were offered to me, other times they are a mystery. Now in this virtual era, being in the same space with others happens less and less. Filled with hundreds of names, numbers and addresses, the small plastic box that holds the cards takes on an uncanny resonance. Chance meetings become distinct and revealing punctums, each physical interaction an encounter that pricks.
I select seven cards from the hundreds and throw myself into finding out how and why they’ve left an imprint on my consciousness. In the spirit of a documentary practice, the facts leftover from a haptic engagement are an enticing beginning. I’m curious to find out if there are still fingerprints on the cards so I visit a forensic scientist who excavates their DNA residue. It takes months of detective work and travel, but eventually I reconnect face-to-face with some of these people who passed through
my life. A German woman born in the early 1940s grapples with the war she witnessed as a child. Our conversation opens up my own thinking, as an American Jewish woman, about the situation in Gaza today. I speak with an artist who faced censorship and persecution from Homeland Security. In listening to his candid and vulnerable account, I reckon with his psychic trauma.
When research does not provide access to who these people have become, I turn to cinematic inventions that can shape the fragments I have in my grasp in speculative and revealing ways. I can’t forget one woman therapist whose advice once changed my life, so I imagine what it would be like to visit her apartment, create a set and perform with an actor embodying her presence. The resistance of a Syrian chef to engage with my camera forces me to think about the inherent power imbalance between a director and her subject. To conjure a memory of this woman, I cook one of her tried and true recipes and film my own culinary incompetence in the kitchen.
Throughout the years of making this film, my young niece and nephew come to my home to discuss what an accumulation of fleeting encounters – like mine — might really mean in their lives. Like a chorus in a play, their youthful and insightful interpretations across generations put my investigations into perspective.
When I am able, I embrace clues and seek out reunions. But when there is no trace, I gamble with the imaginary histories of my unwitting protagonists. My film “Every Contact Leaves a Trace” confronts a lifetime of tactile encounters with small pieces of paper – distillations of identities passed from hand to hand.
Credits
Written and directed by Lynne Sachs
Featuring Lawrence Brose, Bradley Eros, Angela Haardt, Juan Jiang, Betty Leacraft, Felix and Viva Torres, Rae C. Wright, Irina Yekimova
Editor Emily Packer
Camera Jeffery Cheng, Yumeng Guo, Sean Hanley, Tiffany Rekem, Lynne Sachs, Rebecca Shapass, Mark Street, G. Anthony Svatek
On Saturday, October 25th, at 7pm, you are invited to The Film-Makers’ Cooperative for a screening of Lynne Sachs and Lizzie Olesker’s experimental documentary THE WASHING SOCIETY, followed by a performative conversation with Mark Street and book signing, by Sachs, of their new book HAND BOOK: A MANUAL ON PERFORMANCE, PROCESS, AND THE LABOR OF LAUNDRY.
This is not a play. It is something else.
Call it a blueprint, a map, a documentation
of something that has already happened
but could happen again —
a rendering in book form of a film and a performance.
Making a mark, words on a page instead of bodies in space.
A book that contains what’s remembered and what could be.
All of it written down and placed here, into this
Hand Book: A Manual.
“I’ve been creating with playwright Lizzie Olesker since 2014. Together, we’ve discovered a shared interest in making work that magnifies quotidian elements of life in NYC. In those early years, we couldn’t yet know that our first site-specific pieces would lead to a ten-year collaboration in which we produced Every Fold Matters, a live film performance, and The Washing Society, a hybrid film. Hand Book: A Manual on Performance, Process, and the Labor of Laundry marks our third iteration. For us, our book offers space for readers to think about the politics and history of service work, art-making, and aesthetic experimentation.”
You are the audience now,
reading a book instead of watching and listening,
turning the page,
moving from one discourse to another,
holding a container,
its contours informed by our thoughts,
and in turn,
shaping your experience.
The Washing Society (co-directed by Lizzie Olesker and Lynne Sachs, 45 min. film, 2018)
When you drop off a bag of dirty laundry, who’s doing the washing and folding? The Washing Society brings us into New York City laundromats and the experiences of the people who work there. Sachs and Olesker observe the disappearing public space of the neighborhood laundromat and the continual, intimate labor that happens there.
“The legacy of domestic work, the issues surrounding power, and the exchange of money for services are all potent themes which rise to the surface and bubble over in dramatic, thrilling escalations of the everyday.” – The Brooklyn Rail
“An exercise in high-concept cinema to which Olesker and Sachs devote three quarters of an hour of film stock and many more quarters in tips, revealing the stains (of racism and classicism) on an American Dream that seems to want to scrub away every last trace of its own identity.” – Otro Cines Europa, Punto de Vista International Film Festival)
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A performative reading and book signing from: Hand Book: A Manual on Performance, Process and the Labor of Laundry by Lizzie Olesker and Lynne Sachs. (punctum books, 2025).
Hand Book guides us through the making of a hybrid performance and film focused on laundromat workers – those who are paid to wash and fold for others. This illuminating dialogue between cinema, theater, and labor invites us to think about the intimacy of touching other people’s clothes. Turning a page becomes an interactive, quasi-cinematic encounter, calling to mind the intimacy of touching other people’s clothes, almost like a second skin, the textural care for things kept close to the body.
“This generously kaleidoscopic offering invites readers to think through the labor of laundry via an impressive array of modes in an interactive collage of perspectives, histories and bodies” –Christopher Harris
“The best of art manifests an ordinary devotion to experiences that become extraordinary given enough care and attention, or an extraordinary devotion to conveying the genuine depth of what passes for the ordinary. Here it is, both at once.” –Paul Chan