If Anne Geddes and Annie Leibovitz had a love child it would be this photograph (and also, the Apocalypse).
I mean, I know Ralph likes his models small and everything, but that is just plain ridiculous.
It would be one thing if it was just a little kid in big girl shoes (still not really an effective advertising message as far as I'm concerned: "Hey, lady, buy these exorbitantly expensive sandals and then watch your kid ruin them--which, actually, you kind of deserve for putting her in that bandana."), but this looks like Bret Michaels caught Benjamin Button disease and became a female impersonator, which is not cool considering his recent brain hemorrhage.
Unless those are, like, side-effects.