A woman living one life in black and white with a grizzly skinny overly romantic artist always talking about taking her to the beach at dawn. They lived in a run down apartment in a LA downtown setting. This husband was very needy and submissive with a lack of ambition.
The second life was (I believe) in color but the home and clothing felt like the time was set in the 1970’s. The woman is now married to a successful clean cut business man. A memorable scene is the husband waking up in the middle of the night and finding his wife in the middle of “living room”, crouched down and hiding in a large t-shirt stretched over her head and down to her feet. This husband was very controlling and emotionally detached.
The two lives randomly jump from one to the other. The life with the artist spoke of the unusual length of time within that one week.
Hope you can help.