The gallery's curator criticized the peacockeries of the self-promoting artists, calling them distractions from the work itself.

His peacockishness was obvious as he strutted into the room, showing off his bright jacket and loud laugh.

She wore a peacocklike cape that gleamed with iridescent blues and greens.

At the garden party, Lydia wore the peacockiest hat of all, drawing everyone's eyes with its enormous feathers.