By Justine Picardie Last Updated: 3:03PM GMT 30 Jan 2009  Three of the best jump suits: left to right, cotton jersey, £50, by Topshop (0845 121 4519), Denim, £39.99, by Asos (asos.com) and cotton tuxedo-style, £340, by McQ, from my-wardrobe.com  Somewhere in a hidden hall of shame is a photograph of me in 1980, a moon-faced teenager wearing a black jump suit with a diagonal zip up the front.  In those days such garments were also known as boiler suits; and I thought mine was pretty damn hot, but on the evidence of the photograph, and with the benefit of hindsight, I've filed away jump suits in the category of sartorial mistakes that should not be revisited under any circumstances.  Hence the fact that when jump suits were touted again this time last year, I was dubious; not only because I looked like a sausage in them, but also because they reminded me of Elvis when he staggered on stage towards the end of his life wearing an Aztec sun-god one-piece. I know there are plenty of fans of the look – which may explain why Elvis's favourite jump suit, in white satin with blue peacock embroidery, sold for £150,000 at auction last summer – yet, try as I might, I'm not one of them.  But my resolve is being shaken by this season's stampede towards designer jump suits, which seem to be multiplying faster than Elvis impersonators. There are white versions at Chanel (more 1930s chic than lumpy Las Vegas), and Stella McCartney is continuing in her role as the jump suit's chief proponent. After dressing Gwyneth Paltrow in a 1970s-inspired slinky black jump suit for the Los Angeles premiere of Iron Man last year, McCartney has tweaked the look again in her current collection to include tailored all-in-one suits in the palest pinks and beiges, with deep lapels that plunge to the navel. There's something similar going on at YSL, where a sleek long-sleeved grey dress turns out to be a variation on a jump suit (a hybrid of frock and culottes).  All of which might sound frightful, but I've recently spotted a few youthful cheerleaders for all-in-ones, advocates for the multitude available from Topshop. And they don't look completely ridiculous; though traditionalists will point out that the jump suit is descended from utilitarian one-pieces worn by parachutists, astronauts and racing drivers – go-getting garments for heroes – and is therefore inherently unsuitable as a frivolous fashion statement. To be honest, this seems to me to be less pressing than other issues of practicality; for I confess, whenever I see a grown-up in a jump suit (as opposed to a nappy-clad baby in rompers), I always wonder whether they undress to go to the lavatory.  Yes, I realise that fashion generally believes itself to be above such base concerns, but, even so, needs must…
First time around they were known as boiler suits, now, making a revival, the    jump suit is becoming an A-list favourite.