The horny golfer agreed to pose for the photographer four years ago, shirtless, doing pull-ups and crunches, and lounging contemplatively in a white bathrobe.
Leibovitz locked the secret images in her archives.
Last year, she nearly went broke and had to restructure a $24 million loan. When the Tiger scandal blew up on Thanksgiving — “and his paramours started pouring out of every cupboard like tenement cockroaches,” as Vanity Fair puts it — Leibovitz dug up the photos and sold them to the magazine, which put one on the February cover, with six more inside.
In the accompanying essay, Buzz Bissinger notes, “He deluded himself into thinking he could be something he wasn’t: untouchable. The greatest feat of his career is that he managed to get away with it for so long in public, the bionic man instead of the human one who hit a fire hydrant.”
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